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I used to have this nice, normal shirt. Long-sleeved, black, with a silver chinese symbol on the fron. It was nylon. My dad ironed it. Bye bye, sleeve. Yesterday, I removed the sleeves and decided it looked cool enough to wear with my vynyl trousers, and then figured this was too butch!punk to wear the velvet choker with, so I put on my dog collar and stuff and went all the way. With glitter and stuff. Looked good. Had fun clubbing. They played Cindy Lauper's Girls Just Wanna Have Fun -- my theme song! :D I resisted the urge to shout "The disco ball? The disco ball!" when I spotted the disco balls Go me.

After four precious hours of sleep (growl, why can't my body accept that eight hours of consecutive sleep is a Good Thing?) I woke up, put on some clothes, put on Just Going Out make-up (less glittery than Clubbing Makje-up, but more goth than Work make-up) and went to the cybercafe to spend some time before going to my grandmother's for dinner.

It wasn't until some little girl was staring at me that I realised what I look like. Docs. Black jeans. Metallica tank top (clearly showing my bra, and some cleavage), and a long-sleeved, black-with-some-silver mesh shirt. Black nailpolish, silver eyeshadow, eyeliner and black lipstick.

Hadn't realised ho much this is growing on me. Is nice. Wonder what gran'll think, though.

Lola update: this morning, she peeked out from her hiding place and stared at me for quite some time. Progress!

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That'd be cool! I've never been drawn by anyone but myself. (No, wait. And the bloke I modelled for, obviously.)