With a rebel yell She cries…

Posted on July 22, 2009 
Filed Under Gifts For Goddess, Goddess Photos, Shopping Spree, Tributes, WANTlist

(This post should have gone up a few days ago -but Wordpress was, and is still, apparently malfunctioning.)

It just feels so RIGHT to be swarmed with gifts from My workerbees! My GPS and accessories came today, and few very adorable sandals! And as I mentioned on My Twitter update – My entire WANTlist was tidied up sparkling clean with the snap of My dainty digits!

So I’m going to have fabulously cute summer bags, shoes and a pair of luciously sparkling Bvlgari sunglasses arriving while I’m home preparing for My next trip. Yay for Moi! It just wouldn’t be a good day if I didn’t leave your wallets sore ;P

I snapped a few quick cam pics of stuff (love the next day delivery!):
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(webcunt is working on My Wordpress at the moment, attempting to fix it so I can bestow glorious photos upon the poor little boys of the world who crave Me!)

Comments

4 Responses to “With a rebel yell She cries…”

  1. John on July 22nd, 2009 8:43 pm

    I never even notice the gifts…just the gift of Goddess.

  2. David on July 22nd, 2009 10:55 pm

    It is an honor for me to see a picture of Decadent Goddess holding a gift I have sent her. I must tuck away a copy of those pics and store it with my other Decadent Goddess obsession materials.

  3. shawn on July 26th, 2009 2:51 am

    SO BEAUTIFUL, SO DEADLY..

  4. paulo miguel gonçalves ornelas camacho on March 23rd, 2010 4:20 pm

    Divine and Sublime Decadent Goddess/The White Devil/Queen Bee: You deserve to be swarmed with gifts from Your workerbees, Supreme Decadent Goddess. When You snap Your fingers We, Your workerbees, all do what You demand, Powerful Queen Bee. I would give my life to be the lucky slave who offered You, Magnificient The White Devil, a pair of Luciously Sparkling Bvlgari Sunglasses. Hopefully, it’s a good day for You and we, Your boy toys, are grateful to You, Venerable Decadent Goddess, for leaving our wallets sore. I beg You to allow me to be one of poor boy toys of the world, Your lucky slaves, who crave You, Superior Queen Bee.
    Slavish,
    Your portuguese catholic dork slave pig who kneels down at Your Perfect and Sublime feet and opens his ash hole to Worship You, Divine Decadent Goddess

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