Have you ever felt as if you were an extra or maybe even the main star of a reality show like the Truman show? Every day I leave my house, there is an audience outside as if they are waiting to see what I am wearing, what I will do as I exit my batcave (or from what I have heard alot of orgies go on at my house) or who else will be exiting the building along side me. If they are outside chatting, they stop briefly. The men act as if they are undressing me with their eyes and the woman stare with curiousity and sometimes irritation in their eyes. I just dont get it.
I wish all of the sexy stories people told about me were true.. People have created so many pictures of what goes on behind my front door and just cropped me in....meanwhile Im inside bored as fuck. Siiggghhhh!
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