Thanks to the alabaster genetic potion my ancestors put together, I get called “innocent” quite a bit.
Well f that. I can arson with the best of them. And I also wear the color red like any good whore.
I just find the “i” word so belittling. In other words, people find me less than worldly, inexperienced, and an easy target for duping.
I must take action. Fake tanning starts tomorrow. Maybe I’ll wear some more eyeliner too. Whatever it takes.