Rychie

I've been stalking him all day via internet. Let me tell you I feel weird.
I gave him a character analysis earlier and he thought I was weird. I searched him. I had a hacker friend search him. Everything. It's quite an adventure. My hacker says Rychie's pretty secure though. Just a lot of fans.

In other news. Ryan's officially my master. I'm his bitch at his new Fashion bar. Waiter/Model. I guess. Yaay! I get to go up and make a fool of myself. Okay, stomp, pose VOGUE VOGUE VOGUE. stomp
bye bye behind curtain Stage exit left.

Hi, how may I help you? Would you like a drink? Oh! Our food is from BLANK tonight!

What choices eh?

I guess I'll just be a male model again. Sigh, if only if only.

Let's hope I don't have to wear the same old thing.

BLLLEeeddaaaddddaaaallloopppeee

And all that jazz, I'm gonna rouge my knees and roll my stockings down. And all that jazz.

Chicago is sitting next to me and I can't wait to hear Roxie Hart and Velma Kelly sing to me. Yay for Chicago. Yay for Richard Gere. Yeah for those who were honored enough to share his name eh Rychie?
Just to mess with Jodie I called her a skrinkle-la-di. she almost shat herself. So I called her a skrod. Ah, Alig what a vocabulary.

Rychie, I thought you were only posting one because the computer freaked out on livejournal. Dunno. I need to comment though.

Yes thus ending my little fest until tomorrow eh chaps?

Signed with a tune in my heart and a rock in Jocie's shorts,
Kerry