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Okay guys, tell me if you agree…. Is XOXOLeah pretty much the *hottest* blonde teen you’ve ever seen??? Leah came on the scene recently, opening her website early this year… I was waiting for it to gain enough content to be worth subscribing too, and making sure it wasn’t another on of those ‘fly-by-night’ teen sites that occasionally pop up…
You know the ones…
“Oooh, I love having a website!!!”
“Oh no!! My family found out that I nude model on the interweb, you have to take my website down or I’ll cry!!

XOXOLeah looks like she’ll be staying around for a while, and appears in lesbian sets as well as fully nude in her member’s area! XOXOLeah is fully nude inside! I have a few more galleries of XOXOLeah to post as well!

Anyways, I really enjoy my Saturdays. ^_^

I sleep in. I enjoy a leisurely breakfast. Sometimes, if I have no plans in place, I don’t get dressed – I just lounge about in jamamas all day. ^_^ Comfy!

Sometimes, I think about work stuff on Saturdays, and actually get some things done. Usually, though, I just let my brain turn off, and indulge in video games, or novels, or video games. ^_^ I watch TV, or movies from my collection. I graze on whatever snacky bits are available. Yesterday, I made cupcakes, so today I got to have a post-breakfast cupcake. ^_^

Saturdays weren’t always wonderful, though. Some years ago, I was working a job where I had to work on Saturdays. Worse, I had to work on Saturday morning – I had to be at my desk in the office from 8 AM till noon. That stunk. If I can swing it, I’m never working Saturdays again. Because lazy Saturdays are the best Saturdays. ^_^

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Okay guys, even though this is a softer, kinder lesbian gallery, with a bit of censorship, I still felt it was worthy to post!!! Enjoy!!

BTW – I had to link in this nasty antirape device… Personally I think it will just lead to more violence, but anyways…

A few nights ago, I was getting ready to go to sleep, doing the usual routine -remove contacts, remove eye makeup, floss teeth, brush teeth, wash face, apply moisturizer to face, scrub feet. I am about to begin the wash face portion when I detect motion in my peripheral vision. I turn off the faucet, straighten up, and peer around, because my vision is now uncorrected. There, bumping gently against the mirror, is a large reddish winged insect. Yuck.

I’ve never liked bugs. When I was a sprout, I had a subscription to National Geographic’s World magazine, and I remember being very careful with the pictures of insects, peering at them closely to get a good look at the bug because it was interesting, but not wanting to touch it. Seriously. I made a conscious effort to avoid touching pictures of bugs. Apparently, on some level touching a picture of a bug equated touching a bug itself, and I definitely didn’t want to be doing that. I suppose an aversion to touching insects isn’t entirely unnatural – some insects have stingers or secrete irritants to discourage touching, so maybe when kids freak out about bugs being near them its because of some hard-wired survival instinct. Or maybe they’ve been overly sensitized by hyperprotective parents. ^_^ Whatever the case may be, I distinctly remember being strongly advised by my mother to not touch the bugs crawling around in our yard – mosquitoes stick needles in you, those fuzzy black and yellow caterpillars might have sharp spikes hiding in their fuzz, ants might bite you, bees and wasps will sting you if you make them mad, and so on and so forth. So I didn’t like bugs as a kid, as interesting as they are.

Now that I’m no longer a kid, bugs are still interesting, but they’re also still strictly for looking and not touching. So this insect in the bathroom posed a problem. Fortunately, I have grown up enough to know that touching a picture does not equate touching the thing depicted in the picture, and I have also learned that one can protect oneself from any harmful effects of touching stuff by placing a protective barrier between oneself and the stuff. So I quickly dried my hands and grabbed some toilet paper with which to smush the bug. My bug smushing attempts are generally pretty pathetic though, because I really don’t want to touch that bug or any of the bits that might come out of it when I smush it, knowing what I now know about bug anatomy thanks to high school biology. I have to wait for the bug to sort of settle into a position, and then I have to work up enough nerve to attempt the smush. The insect floated down to the floor. Usually, the first smush attempt is much too slow, and the bug has time to escape. This was the case, and to my horror, the bug flew up towards my face. Luckily, it veered off, and bounced off my (unprotected!) left hand, then back towards the mirror. The failure of the first smushing attempt usually prompts me to do better, and any further attempts are much more assertive and usually successful – sadly, sometimes the bug just gets away, but whatever, as long as it’s away from me. I got the bug on the second attempt, but not with a lot of smushing power – one of its legs came away in the toilet paper, but the rest of the bug seemed more stunned than smushed, and it floated down into the sink. I peered at it again, trying to identify it. I couldn’t, and then rinsed it away down the drain of the sink.

I don’t mind telling you that I yelped when the bug bounced off my hand. I also don’t mind telling you that the experience totally gave me the heebiejeebies, and I was a little adrenaline-high for a little while after.

Bugs are interesting, but in my opinion they are best observed under a thick pane of glass. Away. From. Me….

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