(Edited because my leather pants are real, not imaginary, just cheap, and with no button)
I have seen them, and they are real, and they look good, oh yes they do.
Oh sweet Lord yes.
GUH.
Say, Steph? If you want categories, I can bring my tailcoat. And I can do stuff with scarves, and accents, and... we can swank it up. We can make you just as fancy as you wanna be. How do you feel about fake eyelashes? And eagle-eye makeup? I'm seeing "heavy duty femme fatale"; what do you say?
See, I'm torn between (a) wishing I were just naturally the type of girl who does costumes and (b) wishing that un-costumed Teppy was good enough.
Guess Mr. Wedding Dress is getting his 15 minutes?
They mentioned him on the local Boston news last night.
wishing that un-costumed Teppy was good enough
Uncostumed Teppy is more than good enough.
I hope Reema is getting equal alone time with meara or smonster or somebody.
You misspelled meara *and* smonster, Hec.
I'd say "damn straight", but perhaps "Darn tootin'!" would be more apropos...
But... but... of course uncostumed Teppy is good enough! You were saying you regretted not having costumeys! You can wear jeans and a t-shirt with a big floppy teddy bear picked out in pink that says "I wuv you and so does George W., bless his non-serial-comma-using heart!" and your worth and excitingness will not change one iota, goddammit! (Oops, sorry, got a little overexcited there.)
I'm just saying, if you want... see, my strategy is always to project my insecurities onto all the other Buffistas. So I figure if I feel under- or over- or incorrectly-dressed or not sure or not good enough or whatever, I figure, "They're Buffistas. They've all been there." And I try to cut myself the slack I'd cut them.
Yes, my new therapy strategy is "Treat yourself just as nicely as you would a total stranger with a lot of issues." Healthy? Psycho? You be the judge.
Me, I'm going for the beer and trying to figure out how to tell my parents I'm about to spectacularly fail to graduate.
Because everyone else is so fabulous and glittery and has clothes that actually belong to categories, when I'm just....me. And my clothes are just....clothes. Like, pants. And shirts.
I shall join you in my ordinariness, Steph. My clothes will be of the category 'fabric of some description'. If anyone asks, I will tell them 'this is how we do it in Australia', and who's to say different?
And unlike at the Soulless Social, will you have some Prince on there, dude??
Little Red Corvette! Little Red Corvette!
Um. Y'know, if that's cool and all.
Prince has been added to the library, worry not.
Which Prince songs?
Everything on Prince "The Hits 1 & 2"
I request "Sexy Motherfucker." Love that song.
But... but... of course uncostumed Teppy is good enough! You were saying you regretted not having costumeys!
No, I regret not being the type of woman whose wardrobe is in categories, the type of woman for whom "getting dressed" is also "playing dressup."
I just feel plain and lame next to all the Buffistas who are so energetically fabulous and keep changing outfits because they have so many costumes to choose from.
Yes, my new therapy strategy is "Treat yourself just as nicely as you would a total stranger with a lot of issues." Healthy? Psycho? You be the judge.
I am *so* much nicer to other people than myself. I think that's why my therapist is trying to get me to develop multiple personalities. (only half kidding)
No, I regret not being the type of woman whose wardrobe is in categories, the type of woman for whom "getting dressed" is also "playing dressup."
I keep telling myself in my next life I'll be full-time glam. In this one I have to settle for occasional flashes of bizarre brilliance.
