Bleach Eyes Afterwards

First, make an oath: "I promise I won't shriek. Or gasp. Or giggle. I promise I won't die choking."

Now, take a deep breath.

Breathe out.

Take another one. You're gonna need it, baby.

Breathe out. Think of a nice safe place. Visualize it for a few seconds. Say out loud: "I can do this. I'll not be affected by what I'm going to do."

Stretch your hands out as if you're embracing the world.

Smile bravely.

Bring your arms foreward. Cover your eyes.

Do not open your eyes. Open your fore and third fingers a crack.

Just a teeny weeny crack, not too big, just big enough to be able to see enough.

Now take a brave peek. No, you can't shriek. Or gasp. Or giggle. You promised! You PROMISED!

Behold. This is Kaitsja, meaning The Guardian in Estonian.

That is Vivi and Jazz.

Yes. :dies: :tears in eyes: I'm allowed. I didn't promise. YOU did, so you are only allowed to stare. At Jazz Zeringue, sexy Cajun navy SEAL.

:stabs self in chest:

:stabs eyes:

To reprogram shorted-out brainage, go to http://www.daglowworld.blogspot.com/ and look at real Jazz.

I will now go look in the fridge. I need alcohol.

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