The color gray has quickly became my favorite color.
It wasn’t until recently I noticed I’ve been replacing everything around me with gray. My toes have been painted gray with tiny white polka dots for two months now and every time I wiggle them around it makes me smile. My wardrobe consists mostly on the same five gray shirts and gray knee socks, all of which are either stripped or polka dotted. A few weeks ago I was car shopping and had my mind set on a gray car, I’m sick of my dreadful black car. Gray is the intermediate between white and black, and thats just how I feel these days. If that even makes any sense. What I guess I am trying to say is that I am stuck in an awkward ‘in between’ phase. For the past 5 years of performing in the adult industry I’ve satisfied the appetite for a typical young spunky school-girl. The fresh young girl next door always dressed in colorful outfits with matching cotton panties. But now that I am 23 years old and have grown into a more mature figure, there is this need and desire to explore an area I’ve yet to dip my cute gray toes in. Don’t get me wrong, I love being cute and adorable, thats just me being me. But for once I want to be casted as the ‘bad ass’ girl who has to fuck everyone to pass her class, or be the girl with all the vulgar and nasty dialogue. I can be BAD! I think….hahah who am I kidding? I never thought the day would come when I was complaining about being the girl next door. All the bright colors and tight pigtails have got to my head. And this is how come my favorite color is gray, cause I feel gray… not sad. Gray is not a sad color, blue is. (And blue looks horrible on me so I won’t be wearing that anytime soon.) Theres nothing wrong with feeling a bit out of place 
or not sure where you fit in. Would ya’ll still like me if I wasn’t the same bubbly Lexi Belle you’ve always known? What if I went dark and changed my name is Raven Belle? Hahaha I think thats a little too drastic. Doesn’t matter what color it is, if it’s your favorite it will make you smile.
Speaking of things gray that make me smile.. I have a small 2 pound African Gray parrot named Lucile aka Lucie. Nothing in life makes me feel the way she does. Judging only from the few other African Grays I’ve seen she’s smallest! Sometimes I wish her lungs were small too, man can she sing. Well, kind of sing. She’s always out of tune and very very squeaky it can be painful on the ears at 8 am. My friend was over yesterday and stopped mid conversation to ask if I had Miles Davis warming up on the sax in the other room. I blushed and said ‘nooooooo that’s my baby girl practicing her singing voice’. I can’t wait for the day to come when Lucie starts to speak english. Her first words might be ‘LADY!!!’ ’C-money, pack a bowl’ or ‘harder, harder, HARDER!’. Whatever it is it better blurt out at the most inappropriate moment.