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Right, so where to begin?
My band Disco Machine Gun are playing in a week and a half, so I'm pretty excited.
My art has stalled horribly, causing possible failure at college, but I'm too happy at the moment, and my project is basically depressing. So I'm pouring all my creative energy into happy things instead.
I'm going to a fancy dress party in mid-April and I need to make a costume. Sexy costumes make me angry. They're basically for the insecure: if you only have the guts to wear a short skirt on Halloween because it's not really you, then you shouldn't be wearing it at all. I wear short skirts whenever the fuck I feel like it, and I go to fancy dress parties in fancy dress, not as a sexy cat or any of that nonsense.

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(Ah, that said, last time I put proper effort into a costume I ended up going as Sailor Mars so I guess my rant's pretty hypocritical.)

Psssch. The point is, I want to be a fat little bee and it's impossible to find bee costumes that don't look crappy, due to their bodysuit+tutu+heels style. I don't want a sexy little minidress, I want a big fat bumblebee arse!

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I'm avoiding the issue. Fact is, it's a special day for me and the boy and I'm actually bubbling with happiness.
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

Play safe everyone, and always trust your lovers with your dreams