Glamor isn't always about the standard pretty things like hearts and flowers and cupcakes. Glamour can have a bit of spirit, an edge and a dash of... something that makes you itchy and want to wash your hands. This fly is from Lilien Czech and it's actually a button, the type you sew on your sweater. Assuming you can sew. If you can't, then it's a good time to start learning. Sewing on a button is a way to get started.
Hello! *waves up to you from way down on the floor below you*
I'm a 1 inch tall bug-man. ^_^
My name is Lawrence. I was born (created in a test tube) August 15th 2008 in a secret lab in area 51 through DNA mixing experiments. They made my body to look like an 18 year old human but have the organics of and view from above as that of a small black bug. (a beetle most have said) I happened to be the lucky (or unlucky) soul picked from the heavens to fill this tiny body.
Early in life I learned the lab professors have experimented on shrink/growth rays but to their dismay no one survives the change and die in minutes. So they created me in the lab to get around this setback. There were plans for a giant 1000 foot tall man but were soon scrapped as the estimated costs were astronomical while I was very cheap to maintain.
I grew up pretty fast as I was trained right away to speak, walk and crawl around on my extra legs. I was kept sealed in a wooden box with tiny sized amenities to keep myself busy. (yes there was a tiny tv i liked watching. :3 )
My only purpose in life was to be used for secret spy missions and stealth surveillance for a government division. I was tired of being cooped up my tiny home inside the box with nothing but sadness and loneliness. On December 29th, I asked them to make me a mate but they refused claiming there wasn't any funding for more than 1 of me at that time. I knew they were lying though as I saw them making plans for multiples of myself but only males so they'd have complete control over us.
I decided on January 1st 2009 to make my escape when I overheard in the halls that the new president-elect was planning on shutting down my owner's division and I was to be destroyed! I made a break for it one late Sunday night inside a little hole I made for myself over a few weeks of digging through the box with my little hands and rear claws.
I made it outside and ran away undetected for about a week from area 51 hitching rides on snakes and other wildlife. I had people chasing me but I was able to hide well. After January 10th however they closed down everything early and destroyed all evidence of my existence as well as plans for future bug-men. So now I'm the only one in the entire world. Around Jan 17th I finally made it to a average computer in some cafe shop. I then used a device that I snatched at the lab to transfer myself though the wires behind the computer into the web and hide myself here so that I can be safe from those people if the decide to come looking for me again. I've lived in homes all over the world since then, because you know computers and Wi-fi electronics are almost everywhere.
I have most all the genetics of a normal human but the skin, innards, skeleton, heart and brain inside of me was infused with some rubber, worm and a hybrid type of alien DNA that although my body is crushed I can reform my body within a short while.
As a bug-man, I am very tiny and hard to see most of the time. I usually go unnoticed as people walk around me on the floor. At times I get squished underfoot (usually barefoot) by accident or intentionally by some people. While it does sting for a little while, I am fine. My innards just flatten like a plastic or soft foam, with all my parts remaining inside me just flatten and leak some blood around me. I easily reform my DNA and atom reattachment, absorb the blood back through my skin and heal after a couple of minutes. By shoes & socks it's a few more minutes to restore myself since there's more grinding with shoes and I lose a lot more blood with socks. I stay weak for a while after but am back to jumping around the walls in under 5 minutes.
A flyer came to the house today. Among the pages I found a sparkly blue topaz and sterling silver pendant. The design is pretty and delicate. It would be lovely to wear on a bright snowy day. To get your snowflake visit Crescent Diamonds.
What are men for? I've never come up with a really good answer for that. I've been married, divorced, I've been a daughter and a sister and even a niece and a granddaughter. The farther the men are from your direct social circle the better it seems to be, over all. I thought my Grandfather was great. Of course, I'm particularly partial to my brother as well but I've known him longer than any other man. Sure there are some good times, when things are going well. Sure they have some usefulness when it comes to brawniness. They can do things like opening stuck jar lids most of the time. They can reach stuff on a high shelf, though it's usually themselves who put it there cause women have more sense. If you don't like to kill bugs you should find a man who isn't squeamish about it. But, that's more a ying and yang thing. You could have a friend who squishes the bugs for you too, you don't have to be dating or married to get your bugs squished. Never marry a guy just because you like the way he squishes bugs. Men will want to tell us they are good for sex and reproduction. But, honestly, that only works so well for them. Men expect to be demanding about sex. Women expect to be romanced about sex. Two different directions. Also, when she finishes the last load of laundry, unloads the dishwasher and then thinks she could just fall into bed she isn't likely to want to another load of anything. My Dad was of the generation of men who came home from work, ate dinner and then watched TV until he went to bed. No household chores, though he did do some child care, when he was pushed into it. I don't know how much sex my parents had after my little sister (kid #4) was born. I doubt it was a lot. By the time I was a teenager they were sleeping on different floors of the house, let alone different beds. So if men aren't really needed for sex or reproduction or bug killing and we buy some gadget to open the jars and a step ladder for the high shelves... what do you need a man around the house for? The roles of men in a relationship and a family are changing. On TV we see the fantasy story of men who do dishes. Yet, notice how the house is already immaculate. Quite a conception, those homes that don't need dusting and the jobs people have that they only seem to spend an hour at work and the rest of the day wandering the city on the phone. Everything works out in an hour on TV. In real life men need to become involved, proactive. Bring some romance, some flowers and open some doors, to start with. Then offer to do dishes at home. If she's the type who says no... don't believe her! How many times do people say no when they really don't mean it. Not about things like taking on work, at least. If a man comes home and walks past a laundry room with a load of clothes ready to be put in the machine does he ignore them and let her get to it, does he complain later that he has no clean underwear or does he just go ahead and load them into the machine? A real man does laundry. In my opinion, that's what men are for. Someone who makes a home, a relationship and a family with you. No wonder more women are getting divorced or not really wanting to marry at all. If you don't have that partnership you're just taking on another full time job without any real benefits. If I get married again, I want the partnership. I want a man I can come home to and be happy to see. I don't want to come home to loads of work and dick in my bed at night.