I can't believe I didn't have a tag for this, well that's been mended.

Oh. I'm lost, I burn, I pine.

Sometimes I'm not so sure that I love evil-sama so much as I want to be him.

::cue creepy music::

Oh Matsujun. You're such a rockstar. Bless you, you can't sing very well (but do people really listen to JE 90% of the time for the music, or for the amazing production values and sheer mindwtfery?), but damn, you put on a show.

There is a bedazzled Popeye logo shirt, pink and blue half and half stage costume, A GIANT BALLOON and I shouldn't love a man who wears culottes, BUT I DO.

well, even my ankles are fat

I'm about to get ready for my gay Oscar party - I've been invited by my former Borders manager to come over to his shindig, where there will be food, fashion scorn and probably party meatballs. M wants me to get dressed up so he can do paparazzi photos, but damn, it's cold outside. I kind of want to come as Juno.

I could stuff a thermal blanket down my shirt, is what I'm thinking.