Tags: corset bruising is so worth it

|| EA: Low tide and high tea

The world is watching the death of a girl

Accommodation for Wellington is now booked and I am getting pretty damn excited about the fact that in a week I shall be on my way out to see Amanda Palmer playing. GLEE. Two other people from my extended social circle and going to be there as well, and who knows if there might be others? I think there might be a nice amount of post-AFP drinking going on. Which reminds me that I need to have another look at what bars in Wellington are good, as well as finding shops that might sell awesome gothy shoes and corsets. Alison needs a corset and Wellington must provide.

I have an idea for my Perversion Party outfit but I will require an underbust for it. Laura, you said you had one that might possibly fit me? I shall have to come around at some point before Wednesday and try it out. (This will require remembering how the hell to get to your house.)

Our broadband has gone over = :(
GS: Burn this whole world down

Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace

LFoD drinkies tonight means I have to clean my room. As one can understand this is a horrible thing for me to face and I have to remove to poets so I can vacuum. (Rats? Strangely not fond of the very loud sucking machine. Who would have thought it?) Uuuuugh, task too daunting. Abort. Abort.

Slave auction and party last night was pretty damn awesome even if I was - shock horror - sober. (See, mum? Totally not a drunk ;P) Had heaps of fun actually and did my regular trick of stealing leather jackets from the nearest male. It remains one of my very favourite games.

I want to end this on something really witty, but alas I have nothing.

EDIT: Hats make me look like a twat.

Rock on, my bitches.

\m/>.<\m/
X-Men: God help you if you are a Phoenix

It's okay; I'll be there to scare the villagers

I think my spam filter has been eating emails that aren't actually spam >_< I only just discovered this today, because as if I'm dedicated enough to sort through the millions of spams I get every day. But hopefully I've fixed it now and it won't eat things anymore. So if you've emailed me and I never replied: Hi! I'm not being rude! I probably just didn't know! (It's gmail being rude.)

The sun is glaring in my window and making it rather difficult to see the screen. But I will soldier on through the hard times, baby. Because in nine days I'll be in Nimbin, so how can anything possibly be bad about that? Nimbin, baby! And mum's currently booking me tickets for Christmas in Tassie. I am a jet setting superstar and you better believe it, cupcake.

Mmmm, I wish I had a cupcake.

I am currently downloading Into the Woods, because my DVD of said musical is beyond dead. (Yes, Sequoia. A MUSICAL. Try not to vomit directly on your screen.) Downloading is taking forever. Grargh. But then Raen and I are going to sit round, eat crap, and sing along to fairy tales. I am SO HARDCORE you can barely comprehend it.

Aaaaand an email from mum just now informs me that Tasmania is 18th - 29th of December. Holy shit it's going to be weird to be back there.

(PS to Raen: Hilary Rhoda + Crystal Renn = Totally sisters. y/n?)
Buffy: I want my innocence back

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The 48 Hour Party is over and was rather made of win. The best one I've attended so far. Much merriment and drinking and dancing and yay! some people drunk far more than they could hold on night one and were therefore absent from night two. Silly lass.

And since I spent eight hours yesterday is a (rather) tightly laced corset I am not even getting out of my pjs. Take that, world!

And now I have to catch up on DL. I have things to write.