Naughty-Nice-Twist3d

calling it luck is like calling a great artist talented. it undermines the blood sweat and tears invested through ones hard work

we worked on the trust we share

see... i see all the other women in the world the same as i see the men.. a bunch of characteristic shapes.

i love my wife above anyone else for her kindness , for her brilliance, for her sense of humor. 


i cant wait till she wakes up because i go crazy without her .

i only go to comic conventions that fly her over too

i need no one around me but her. 

she never doubts just how attractive i find her

and when she is troubled i talk to her and i never let her swallow the pain.

i never argue with her and let the stupid irrelevant crap go, she does the same. we dont let ego stand in the way of a good laugh

and never judge her, nor does she me

but i will definitely agree on this. it is the best life ever 

Pretty exciting shit!
These girls are totally kick ass, though Red is EXTREMELY Twisted....

I hope all works out....

OH
And I'll be doing a couple of stories for som fans of mine

WOOHOO!

Back in middle school (8th grade, specifically), I was totally kick ass.
Joan Jett hair (shaggy mullet), dog chains, black tees, black cargo pants, black boots, thick eyeliner, permanent glare... I had this huge leather jacket that was ripped up one side... Heavy rings... And just a bad-ass attitude.

I was tough.
But I was weak.
I acted like nothing got to me... But DAMN.... Kids are cruel.

However, I will always remember that day in the girls locker room.

Some skinny girl was bitchin about me.
Talkin all this shit.
I walked up behind her as she was telling her friends how fat I was. Her friends see me and ge scared shitless.
Now, this girl had guts.
She turned and saw me...
She was scared but decided to go for it

"And you're a whore!" she said
I'm not a small girl...
So, I wasn't suprised when they all jumped at the sound of me laughing.
I leaned against the lockers, banging my hand against the side, my rings making harsh racket.
I stopped, wiped my teary black eyes and finished laughing.
Then, I got scary.
I stood right in front of her and smiled.
"honey, I don't get paid." I grinned.
"What? What does that have to do anything? Just cuz you can't keep a job?"
I laughed in her face and leaned closer, my chains clinking together, producing an eerie noise.
"Nah, sweetheart. A whore gets paid to fuck. I don't..." Her eyes widened. I laughed coldly, our noses an inch apart. " That makes me a ssslut"
I rammed my fist into the locker behind her and turned on my combat boot heel, laughing again.
I kicked open the door and my friends followed me, smacking my back and laughing nervously.

That bitch never bugged me again


I'll remember that day for as long as Ilive.
Go ahead and call me names....
Just know what the fuck you're saying!

Ever been extremely aroused and had to hold back?
GOD, IT SUUUUCKS!



Anyway, hope y'all are well


xoxo,
Naughty

In Jayne's Diary...
Should I keep going or what?

Anyone wish to be made a character, let me know.
I'll see what I can do.

OH
And lemme know what you like or dislike about my works already.
It helps to know how I can improve