GOOD MORNING!

I ended up getting a corset loaned from the lovely lisa. Every single guy except Wexler was like "Damn, girl." responses ranged from "You look really good tonight, I mean, you always look good, but you look REALLY good" to "Daddy likes." (although to be honest I think that Daddy shit is a little creepy, I'm from the South and sensitive about these things) I think I might just have to get some hotpants and fishnets.

We had firedancers last night and about a million clowns. And I drank a lot. Well, not a lot, but enough. White Russian to Morgan's and Coke to Jaeger to Cape Cod. And I was friendly to the boys as a result, they were friendly to me because of the corset. But I had a headache the whole time, even though it got better.

Apparently we're having guests later so I must clean. Kitchen is nearly done, hot tub is primed.