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| Queenie addresses the issue of her own safety |
[May. 14th, 2011|08:47 am] |
Currently available entourage positions also include four (4) able-bodied full-time bodyguards, strong, threatening in appearance, and willing to take a bullet for me or anyone else who should happen to be in my immediate company at the time. That was too close.
Black Bullet, if you're out there, I will double whatever meager salary the city could possibly offer you. |
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| Queenie addresses the issue of motherhood |
[May. 7th, 2011|10:08 pm] |
Remember when children were still children and would beg their mamma to take them to carnivals, instead of sneaking away with their friends to gape at gashes in the sky? No? Yeah, neither do I. Happy Mothers' Day.
And the whole staff, fired. I will be holding auditions for a new entourage next week. Resumes and CVs will be considered on a first-come-first-serviced basis. |
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| Queenie addresses the issue of a certain Tease |
[Apr. 16th, 2011|09:45 am] |
We all knew it was just a matter of time, Meggie, darling.
Public Service Announcement: If you have never been to a Von Tease show before, you should be aware that, Diamond Drop or solo drop, there is a splash zone. But I'm sure those precious tickets have all been gobbled up by now. |
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| Video Post: Queenie addresses the issue of riots |
[Apr. 10th, 2011|10:17 pm] |
[Anaïs sits casually upon what is perhaps a surprisingly un-glamorous couch, her hair piled in what is an otherwise unsurprisingly fabulous mess, her clothes the usual combination of funky striped tights, genuine gems and cheap metal chains, sexily frumpy leg-baring, chest-emphasizing, lacy, racy, ripped, and expensive mini dress. Before she speaks, she munches bits of chopped fruit and from a bowl somewhere off-screen. Then, slowly, she opens her mouth and rolls her eyes up to meet the camera.] I believe you will find...it is much easier to sleep...when there are no rioters...screaming and throwing bricks...in the streets outside...your goddamn front door. [She winces, pops a whole strawberry between her lips.] But what would I know about any of that? I do expect the rest of the week to go much more smoothly, my little azaleas. This is not some kind of crazy party town, you know. [A wink. Then: a few nuts, crunch crunch crunch.] What would Dakarai think of think of you all? [She yawns. For dramatic emphasis.] Sleep tight, don't let the political assassins bite. [Air kiss, and click.] |
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