The Lady Posing for FASHION!

Hello Lovers & Friends,

WELCOME to the one & only BLOG of Miss Cupcake fiendin' Lizzi Ayers, A twenty three year old aspiring Fa$hion Obsessed photographer/model from Alabama (IMAGINE THAT!) Lizzi, (as her friends call her) with her pout and her intoxicating red hair, is a very ambitious woman with dreams of being a star among stars, she wants to represent and stand for something bigger, she wants to unite people with positive messages, truth & love! WE ARE ALL IN THIS TOGETHER! It will be interesting to see where this Lady stands within the next few years...

*Standing up for FASHION, because nothing is worse than bad wardrobes!
*Custom made DESIGNS from LIZZI (coming soon!)
*Modeled by Lizzi (Photographer to be announced)

LIZZI SAYS:

"To me, FASHION is about individuality, ART, expression! I believe there is a lot more to fashion than just clothing, it is an outward extension of yourself & in some cases you can even transform yourself into living art! What is comfortable to one, may not be to another but the mission is to find what works best for you because that is what matters most! (you are ALL BEAUTIFUL!) My main idea is to create, SHARE and promote the BEST in the BIZ! Let's work together to make a more gorgeous tomorrow, inside & out! Love & Peace, *you are all stars in my eyes*
Your Cupcake
Lizzi A.


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Sunday, January 20, 2008

Fat Cat


One of my favorite artist who doesn't get the credit or recognition that he deserves, The one and only BOY GEORGE. I can't stop adoring him, his madness && his brilliance. A TRUE artist and star.


Fat Cat Lyrics by: Boy George

Another song of woe
Woe sounds like this

You say nothing's changed, where were you when my world
Was spinning into masquerade
You claim it's just a question of mathematics
I shut the door on your amateur dramatics

Then you think too much
And you talk too much, vicariously
Yeah you think too much
And you talk too much
Every word is substance free

You're the dirt on my collar
You're the hole in my favourite shoe
You're the last dying breath of love
You're the weight that I need to lose

And you hurt yourself

You say I'm deranged, I'll admit to being strange
But I just can't stop loving you
If the light in your eyes
Addiction came as a surprise
Didn't think I'd be so into you
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