Last night's dress made it to the chair and I didn't make it past coffee. The glitter is still winning and so is the shirt-or-nothing debate. Tell me how you'd wake me up properly?
Last night's dress made it to the chair and I didn't make it past coffee. The glitter is still winning and so is the shirt-or-nothing debate. Tell me how you'd wake me up properly?
My costume lost round one by a thread and the afterparty doesn't start for hours — glitter everywhere, seams gone, horns still holding on. Now I'm deciding how much of it I actually need tonight. Talk me into wearing less?
The masquerade ball starts soon and so far only the mask made it out of the closet — the dress is still on its hanger and I'm not winning that argument. Talk me into putting it on, or talk me out of it?
Expirat's punk Halloween night and my costume is 90% safety pins and stubbornness — first band's already tuning up behind me. There's a fresh rip in these fishnets and I've decided it's a feature. Come mosh with me down front?
Found the one stall at the crafts fair that sells these old embroidered blouses and the woman running it swears they're meant to be worn with nothing underneath. She might be right. Tell me — would you let me walk out like this?
Munch's doing a BDSM night for Halloween and I can't tell if this collar is a costume or just the truth. Nothing else made it past the mirror. Tell me what you'd lead me by tonight.
Iggor Cavalera's drums at Control tonight deserve something tight around my throat — now I'm just deciding which one passes as jewellery. Pick for me?
Hedwig's at Metropolis tonight, so obviously I went digging for the soundtrack on vinyl before breakfast — three crates deep and my skirt stopped being polite somewhere around the second one. Come flip through the rest with me?
Blaze brings visual-kei to Halele Carol tonight and I'm giving the eyeliner the respect it deserves — one wing done, leather already winning. Talk me into the sharper wing?
Bonnie Tyler at Sala Palatului tonight and my hairbrush has been my microphone since I got out of the shower. This dress was a risky choice for a singalong this loud. Scream the chorus with me?