A discursive account of my self-absorbed, spiteful, immature observations & obsessions.
Saturday, June 03, 2006
The "P" Is For Perfection.
Someone can't wait for more dancing and hi-jinx and red wine and whiskies tonight. So much so, that they have a fancy new t-shirt dress they'll be wearing out and about. Maybe with a bra. I SAID MAYBE.