(I know…ewwwwwwww…but I heard that the other day and I don’t know where else I’ll ever get to use it.)
Let me try again: saucy wink Hey, wanna get dressed up and come to the midnight show of “Priscilla, Queen of the Desert” with me? You can be one of the drag queens and I’ll be the bus.
I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. No more fucking ABBA.
This has been a Priscilla moment. It was brought to you by three Australian drag queens in the desert, one straight chick in Vermont, and the number 5.
I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. No more fucking ABBA.
This has been a Priscilla moment. It was brought to you by three Australian drag queens in the desert, one straight chick in Vermont, and the number 5.
[BlatantEgoBoostingInProgress]Hey, I’m having a bad hair day. Could someone tell me I have an Aristocratic beauty to bolster my self-esteem?[/BlatantEgoBoostingInProgress]
Yes, Swimming, you do. Most aristocratic! sigh Much prettier than I am. sigh
I’m not jealous, no, not me…sigh
There, does that make you feel better now? I meant it too.
You sing in my consciousness like a counterpoint to my life.
L.L.
Oh, but purplebear, that picture was taken before I lost my cool glasses and when I was having a fantastic hair day. Now my hair can’t decide if it wants to be frizzy or lifelessly straight, I am bloated, my eyes are puffy because my cat woke me up at 5:00, and I couldn’t get back to sleep.
I am not as that picture makes me appear. But thanks, I needed that!