Sunday, August 30, 2009
At a late stage in the night a punter said to me "your music is crap". My response was, "well fuk off and go somewhere else then!".
Funnily 5 minutes later she was up on the dance floor. It took all my willpower to resist the urge to say "I thought I told you to fuk off."
Monday, August 24, 2009
Sunday, August 23, 2009
I stole the image from here.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
In most images I've seen of her, and the ones I've used on the ball poster, she is usually dark haired and cute, but there was obviously a time when she was a diesel dyke, all short and bleached. This video is from then, don't know what year it is. You don't even really need to put the sound up as it's all about the shoulders and arms.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
All has been going fairly smoothly, the dress is now finished, shoes sorted, only the accessory crisis left to deal with. For some odd unknown reason I started to add up the cost of the outfit. Much of it has been acquired on sale however the numbers are as follows:
Dress, originally $549, purchased on sale, $99.00
8 metres of sparkly netting sewn into underskirt, $28.00
Shoes, buy 1 pair get 2nd half price, $50.00
Lacey bra that was meant to look good under the dress
but doesn't so now lonely and forgotten on the shelf, $35.00
Silicone chicken fillets for cleavage, $20.00
3 extra eylets put into shiny black belt, $18.00
Black belt that caught my eye and matches shoes better, $25.00
Necklace that was perfect, till I decided none was better, $79.00
Fishnets with gold back seam, half price sale, $11.00
Total so far, $365.00
Still to go are party feet front soles and heel pads, eyebrow tinting, new blusher, and lets not forget all the expenses on the night.
It's a fukkin expensive business trying to be femme sometimes. As the theme for this event is Rockstar I almost wish I was butch so I could just put on a flannel shirt and a badly fitting cardy from the op shop, then go as Kurt Cobain.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Monday, August 10, 2009
I don't know what is happening to me. I can now go a full week at work of wearing a new outfit each day and NONE of them trousers.
I'm sure I'm going to have my Lesbian card taken off me soon.
Sunday, August 9, 2009
As well as the great costumes people had on, the heaving cleavages and lashings of blood everywhere, the great venue and food, the most special part of the night was when the whole room sang for the birthday girls. We had been discreetly handed lyric sheets for bastardised versions of two well known songs, and with encouragement of the comperes everyone sang heartily. Neil Diamond will be spinning when he hears what happened to Sweet Caroline.
While I was partying here, the child had headed to the Bay for number one daughters combined 18th birthday party. I chose not to attend that I got the impression that parents were sorta not welcome. The Sperm Donor didn't take that message on board though, and in the weeks prior to the party there was much friction and drama from him and the Stepmother about attending the party. In the end the Stepmother was ill and didn't go, and the Sperm Donor spent much of the night cleaning out vomit in the boys toilet. There is justice in life sometimes!
Now maybe just a wee lie down before I go pick the child up from the bus.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Of course at the mention of the word shoulders I can't help but touch on the state of Madonna's shoulders and arms, since images have been flooding the media today. So here we have a little photo essay from the unpclesbian perspective.
First up is HOT, yum yum....beat me any time woman.
And finally the image that's got the media spinning. Not pretty, one does hope she'll stop whatever it she's doing and go back to toned and bulky, not toned and sinewy.
She also seems to have had some more weird face stuff done as well and you can see some images here.