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23
Feb

My scene yesterday & why I don’t follow you on twitter..

Yesterday, I shot for Naughty America. It was fun. Here’s my day in pix:

On the way to set.

Yesterday I played a snotty little rich bitch, which was kinda perfect since yesterday morning I decided to act like a brat until I got laid.

Posing because I’m a poser.

I wore the Dolce Vita wedges one of my lovely Aussie fans sent me from my Amazon Wish List. :)

Here I am with James Deen. He was the lucky guy that got porked by Ann Marie Rios, Andy San Dimas, April Oniel & me :) James and I go waaaaay back. He was the first person I ever requested to work with. Way before he was Male Performer of the Year and way before his infamous blog. James is one of the few people in porn I actually consider a real friend.

Here I am making faces waiting to fuck Andy San Dimas (TOP) and April Oniel (BOTTOM).

Here’s a pic of my ass :)

April Oniel AKA Txty McTxterson +Andy & I have legs.

James Deen molesting Ann Marie Rios. She liked it.

My toes before my shower.

After my shower all cleaned up & ready to cuddle with Bootz

Attention Whore

Yesterday I got all caught up on my Real Housewives of Atlanta (which some of you may know is my most favorite show ever). Kim Zolciak is a weirdo, but we love her anyways.

Just before bed. Bootz & I can’t be stopped!
So yesterday I did a B/G/G/G/G scene. It was fun. It’s been a while since I’ve done a big group scene and this one was nice. Usually when you do big group scenes there’s always that problem of two or more people not really liking each other. This was not the case yesterday. Everyone had fun and got along and it was just a really good day to be in porn.
Heeeeyyyy tweeeeettts.
SO, I get a lot of people that I don’t know asking me to follow them on twitter. Some of you get hella mad that I don’t. Here is why I don’t:
I try to keep the people I follow at 187. I try to only follow people I know in real life or that are funny & entertaining on twitter. Just because you follow me is not a reason to follow you back. Do you post hot naked pictures of yourself? Do you say funny things all day long? Is your life exciting & entertaining? It’s nothing personal, I just only want to follow people I know in real life because I only care to know what those people are doing.
Now for those people that I do know in real life that ask me, “Why don’t you follow me on twitter”
You most likely fall into one of  these 3 categories:
1.) You tweet about your amazon wish list too much and I’m sick of following twitter’s version of a homeless beggar. I got my homeless beggars from 7-11 on the payroll already & I’m really not trying to hear you beg for gifts all day long like a weirdo. I love you, but no.
P.S. You’d probably get more gifts if you didn’t beg so much. There’s nothing attractive about desperation.
2.) You retweet every tweet sent your way. I understand you’re totally psyched that people think you’re cool, and I prolly think your cool too, but who really retweets every compliment or follow friday they get??? Like, I don’t get it. Boooooriiiinnng.
3.) I DON’T LIKE YOU. Maybe I followed you at one point, maybe I never did, but odds are I don’t like you. I don’t want to be your friend. I don’t want to be “fake friends”. I don’t want to know what you ate for dinner. If I don’t like you, you don’t exist. Also, befriending my sloppy seconds makes you look cheap. Get off my dick.
I have had several people come up to me recently and ask me why I don’t follow them on twitter. You probably fall into one of these categories. Most of you are in the 3rd category and I think you know who you are. And I know what you are. You’re fake.
XO Time to go get fucked. I’m working for Rocco Reed today! :)
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23
Feb

Fuck allya’ll I’m making a blog.

I’ve been asked over and over again to make a blog. I’ve seen many different people pretending to be me making “blogs” and they’re horrible. They’re all just a bunch of assholes trying to capitalize off my name and likeness via internet trafficking. I hate these people and if you’re one of these assholes and you’re reading this right now I want you to know I hope you die.

ANYWAYS…

I’m sure my website people are gunna be mad irritated that I made this and didn’t wait for them to put up my blog through my site kristinarose.com [which is not even up yet], but I’m doing it anyways because I do what I want.

I’ve been wanting to put up a blog for a while and actually a couple months ago I started to blog for this one site, but I had to cut that off real quick because as it turns out it was some kind of “which pornstar can we get to jump higher for us” competition & I’m not about that shit. Besides not being one of those dumb girls that falls for that kind of crap I also didn’t feel that the “competition” was up to par so I bailed.

Anywhoooo, I got resolutions this year and one of them is to stop being lazy. So here’s an attempt. I’m planning on blogging about my life. Basically my twitter in more detail & on a grander scale. We’ll see.

Plan on reading/seeing a lot of complaints, observations & pics all by me.

XOXO<3Always,
K.Rose

kristina rose sleeping

*image above courtesy of @lynellefurbush
Aug. 2009: Mee passed out drunk on a bag of dog food in the back of Lynelle’s car on the way home from a bar we went to in DWNTWN L.A. after a tattoo convention & several angry drunken phone calls to a douche bag ex. Thank god I don’t drink anymore… or date douche bags.

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