"if you choose to pull the trigger,
(should your drama prove sincere)
do it somewhere far away from here."
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what a fuckin nite, yizzo.
ernie and i went all over town looking for a halloween costume for yerz trooley. it's amazing how fast things fly off the shelves three days before an event...things that were happily sitting on shelves no more than two days ago are now either snatched away or lying crumpled on the floor in the middle of an aisle in target.
it's insanity.
so, needless to say our search for a french maid getup landed us at the porn store. that's right the porn store.
i had no idea the world was in such dire need of that many different styles of crotchless stockings, but apparently i stand corrected. and isn't it funny how they airbrush the nipples off of some of the items? especially the completely see-thru body stockings....the girl's got a full frontal boob shot goin on and no fuckin nipples!!! what the fuck is that all about?!
anyway we found a fairly skanky maid outfit, and being the idiot that i am, i bought the damn thing. so we came back to the apartment and i tried on what will henceforth be known as MY SLUTDRESS. *crack of thunder*
yeah...........i dunno about this. i mean, going as a maid was one thing, but wearing a dress that does nothing to cover my ass in any way is not gonna be kosher in a party situation. because it's not that kinda party, folks. ahem...
clothing + covering ass + covering boobs = good
clothing - covering ass - covering boobs = covering face and running away in shame
so i just don't know about the slutdress. ernie wants me to keep it around and "save it for dave." like for me to be wearing it one nite, bent over dusting something with this giant featherduster when he walks in from work. isn't THAT a lovely vision.
it burns!! it burns!!!
so yeah i crumpled up the slutdress put it back in the back and stuffed it under the bed. MY side of the bed. and it's not coming out again until i either a) take it up a little in the neckline, b) find a decent pair of shorts to wear underneath it, or c) have some fucking self esteem already and just go with it.
aaaaargh. i hate parties. why am i going to a party? aaargh.
on another note my brother called tonite wanting me to buy him alcohol for halloween. ohhhhhhh the joys of being twentyone and having younger siblings. i could hear his roommate in the background with his thick ugandan accent saying "tell her i want...a twentee-fore pack of budd lite...IN DA BOHTTLES, NOTE DA CAHNS!"
my other brother, though...he made 79th out of 160 kids at the cross country semistate last weekend in fort wayne. and he's only a junior, so he's got a whole other year to make it to state. *beams with the brother proudness*...
so yeah. i guess maybe not as interesting as i thought. laura and i are going out tomorrow nite, and i may just get this other maid costume i saw...one that covers quite a bit more skin: magenta, from rocky horror weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. and i already have the red hair for it, hahaha...
until then......yay i get to sleep with a slutdress underneath my bed.
sweet dreams
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"i want so, i need to be ... under your skin"
