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Last night's fit of shameful "I will never amount to anythings" has been thoroughly stomped, mainly by embarrassment, but also by the realisation that, with an investment of exactly seventeen dollars, I can have not one, not two, but THREE new garments, including two that are reconstructions of previously-failed efforts at construction, and will henceforth be actually wearable, rather than just closet decorations.
Remember what I said yesterday about shallow? I AM SHALLOW AND I ADMIT IT. New clothing makes me feel better. Always.
In a similar vein, I have decided on a Halloween costume, and am going to whomp up (that is a costuming euphemism for "spend a lot of time, effort, and money on, only to find out at the very last minute, on 10/30, that Something is Wrong, often Seriously, like there is no way in hell to close that corset over all the fat you got from eating Reese's Pieces while costuming") a Victorian dress to be Miss Alice Band, teacher at the Guild of Assassins in Ankh-Morpork. As this entails, apparently, an "exploding bustle", I have much to learn about bustles, Victorians, and assassins. Which is me sorted for a few months, looking at the pretty pictures and realising that all the dress-diary writers are off doing Elizabethan, the bastards.
Also, I have a vision that I will revamp my website (why? because I pay money for the damn thing, I might as well use it as an exercise in bad code or something) and get rid of the frames. Frames are bad, mmkay?
Not that I have any idea what I should put up there, but it will not be frames and that is enough for me, thx.
Remember what I said yesterday about shallow? I AM SHALLOW AND I ADMIT IT. New clothing makes me feel better. Always.
In a similar vein, I have decided on a Halloween costume, and am going to whomp up (that is a costuming euphemism for "spend a lot of time, effort, and money on, only to find out at the very last minute, on 10/30, that Something is Wrong, often Seriously, like there is no way in hell to close that corset over all the fat you got from eating Reese's Pieces while costuming") a Victorian dress to be Miss Alice Band, teacher at the Guild of Assassins in Ankh-Morpork. As this entails, apparently, an "exploding bustle", I have much to learn about bustles, Victorians, and assassins. Which is me sorted for a few months, looking at the pretty pictures and realising that all the dress-diary writers are off doing Elizabethan, the bastards.
Also, I have a vision that I will revamp my website (why? because I pay money for the damn thing, I might as well use it as an exercise in bad code or something) and get rid of the frames. Frames are bad, mmkay?
Not that I have any idea what I should put up there, but it will not be frames and that is enough for me, thx.
