We Gonna Sing 1 Song & 1 Song Only (Kay)

Vail Regina Greene

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Ever since the recent end to winter, I have made sure to wear as little as possible walking around on everyday business. The weather is warm so why not just be warm and open and hot. Not everyone is so amazingly attractive like me, but part of it is the way that people carry themselves, at least somewhat. There is no way to get around natural looks, especially when you look at the ugly women walking right past me, but if she carried herself better, she would be less ugly. It is the same with me, just in reverse. If I carried myself in a worse way, I would just be slightly less attractive.

The point is, I love my body and I love me for who I am, nobody can ever change me. I accept myself and strut my stuff. Maia probably hates that about me, but it is just who I am. The less clothes the better, it has to be part of the reason why she likes me, I'd bet on that. She loves my personality too, obviously, but she has to love the way I look too, because everyone does. It is obvious that everyone loves the way I look too, all the men stare at me while I walk around in my bikini tops and absurdly small shorts. So do many of the women. Being attractive is just me, just how like that guy in a suit is probably a business man.

Why I am even walking around seems pointless. I could have met July at my house, but for some reason I insisted to meet her for lunch at a high end restaurant owned by my daddy. Hopefully there are tables outside, since I need to get my tan on. Why I am even meeting July makes no sense, she could have just called me. Probably something about conversations being better in person, or just us wanting free food.

People will probably stare at me while we are eating too, but I like that. The attention they give me just shows how important and beautiful and just plain cool I am. They want to be around me, or at least look at me, so how can I deny them. I'll probably cause a scandal or something in the paper, but the publicity is nice. It is spring after all, and I feel like I can do whatever I want.


ooc: I don't know, don't ask... Trust me, I have no idea what the hell this is or why it game to being or just anything.