White Ination Dresses

My day on Friday 18

I Rougeau went to the woods in the 77, who was the first time I went there. I had prepared a bag with my wig, veil, my long white satin gloves, and capture of my dress. Before leaving, I had my wedding and below in white satin jacket, all in a white raincoat transparent enough. To be sure not to deflate me along the way, I deliberately left without taking anything else, I was forced to stay all day in white raincoat, with door-garters, stockings and thong pleasantly perceptible so I was very excited during the trip. I felt ready to kiss, I had only to put on my robe spotless offer me to go as a hooker in the parking lot. While I was driving to the slaughter, the worst crap I invented already, leave me in the hands of eager sex dirty old who will oblige me to my knees in mud and soil myself better by semen and the urine of their cleats. To stimulate me, I took out of his bag, the pretty dress that should take and I lay on the passenger seat. I already figured in, brutally taken by lecherous old pervert. I was so excited that I flouted this dress on the seat, before arriving, I stopped near a wood. I crave to put me in a dress, I immediately wanted to take and make the end of the journey as a bride, I decided to go there squarely held bridal directly to the bitch out of the car. After thinking, I found it a bit too daring in plain day, but it gave me ideas to do at night. Arriving in the parking lot, I took my bag, I went to the bottom of the timber to change me and make me complete outfit dress. Was really exciting to get ready to go to slaughter, I had the pleasant sensation of having to prepare myself like meat that makes it appetizing before taking him to the slaughterhouse. While I dressed, I was doing my little writer, I imagined the young virgin to be designated to serve as an offering in a ritual, I would first like to wear white before I deliver nicely between the hands of torturers who will sacrifice myself. I felt very excited, only in white dress in the woods, I was very beautiful and attractive, I loved my arms menus look out of my little puffed sleeves. To motivate me to go there with my white gloves, I had a long caressed through the satin, I too want to give myself to the mercy of big pigs and lustful abandon me to be in their hands wildly kissed many. For this I had to seduce a maximum of perverts, you had to go show myself dressed like that to entice as obsessed. Despite all the risks this might entail, I close enough parking for the guys in cars, which passed, could see me in uniform dress. I was too excited to see me doing the bitch in a wedding dress, when some looked at me, I lifted my veil and I stroked his neck and chest. But not much world I just had the right to two guys fairly average, it has withdrawn a little further and asked me to kneel, I suggested going to a better place. It was redirected to the muddy road and I stopped in front of a big puddle of slush good fat, the place were nice enough. I advised them to do that here, they were surprised by my choice. I removed my shoes and I found my dress to go in the mud I found myself kneeling in the mud, leaving my dress to fall in, was a jerk on my dress, and looked the other m have a pissed in the mouth the other in my cleavage. I'd start again and hope more people cast off and more perverse for them to fuck me like beasts, and I really thoroughly defiles

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Ah yes, I know, it's been. But that's because it's a blog about anger and it feels so long that I had not been angry. This means if I have a wonderful life.

But then I'm a little angry: we have a law on anorexia.

In fact, we have a law on anorexia, I do not care a bit, I'm not anorexic. However, what I care about the sheaf (anorexia / jet, humor) is that we try to draw tears from the 40,000 dying and trying make us pass this disease Preferred for evil of the century.
Well no, anorexia is not the evil of the century, far from it.

Anorexia is a disease that mainly affects small bourgeois, so it is a disease of rich and like most French people are not rich, most French people are entitled to fight the balls to the anorexia.

The bottom line, we forget too often - on purpose - to remember is that for there to be denial of food, there must already have food. In abundance, even as the refusal of food may occur that when the issue of food has become so obvious that it does not even arise. That's why our poor anorexics have this ultimate luxury of refusing to eat while others, in some other countries we do not know as we are indifferent, wonder what they will be able to find food in the day to be still alive the next morning.
That's the problem from a sociological angle.

For the psychological profile, what does it take for a girl decides overnight it is definitely too big and that her life will now focus on one thing: losing weight?
What is needed is that this girl has NO OTHER FUCKING PROBLEM that his physical appearance. It's unfortunate that, eh, no problem for food, for shelter, clothing, to go to school, to the MSN with her friends, to have a cell phone. That is, once all critical issues have been resolved, what are we going to do to get attention? Want to lose weight
die, what are we in a fuck? Anorexics, like all people obsessed by their physical appearance, are the zero level of production. Besides, they do not even poop is whether elles sont incapables de produire quoi que ce soit.
Elles consomment pas non plus, en tout cas pas en bouffe, bref, elles sont absolument inutiles à la société. Et tu voudrais que je chiale ?

Alors on nous dit que c'est la faute des mannequins qu'on nous impose jeunes, grandes et maigres. Quelle blague ! T'es déjà allé faire un tour chez Zara ? Que des petites grosses et vieilles. Bonjour l'influence de la pub !
Alors on nous dit que le drame c'est ces agences de mannequins qui demandent une "taille zéro" et forcent les filles à mincir plus que de raison. Non, le drame c'est qu'on paie des milliers d'euros des connasses qui ne sont rien que des portemanteaux, qui are the zero degree of social utility and that will pimp to 20 years old with a millionaire who will relieve them of worrying about all the problems of Rene basic struggle for power to stay with his crappy minimum wage.
The problem is that there are girls that have only one dream: becoming a model, and are willing to sacrifice everything for it. Ah, it's beautiful dream, "dummy". Playing with her hair in front of a camera, so we need not even be beautiful in the era of digital photo editing.

And you want me whining?

Ultimately, I can see anorexia as a subversive battle at a time where each track ad invites us to put more and more in the belly and mouth. A sort of hunger strike and say "j'temmerde" the consumer society. Either. But your fight, you've chosen, you assume it.
Except of course, no notion of fighting there, just dumb who decided to prove how anorexics are at least as connes other, destroying the myth of "the anorexic girl is a supremely intelligent" . No, my cunt. People "superior intelligence" they lay equations sending rockets into space and atomic bombs in the face of civilians. You know a Nobel anorexic? A math teacher anorexic? A polyglot anorexic? a good writer anorexic?

Sites "pro-ana" are dangerous? Certainly. As long as there are connes to believe. As such, I would prefer a law to fight against the bullshit. Oh yeah, that would mean shooting himself in the foot, I know.

All this to tell you I feel so much empathy for anorexics than to the Tibetans and I want us to stop us a little boost with these privileged shit while you dry the buggers African countries which, you've noticed, no longer speaks to us from one end time, so it all has to go home ...