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11:10AM - I wish I were Mink Stole

"Oh, I love you, Raymond! I love you more than anything in this whole world! I love you even more than my own filthiness! More than my hair color! Mm, God, I love you more than the sound of bones breaking, the sound of death rattle. Even... even more than my own shit do I love you, Raymond!"
good words to open a live journal with, i think.

this isn't really a journal. i already keep one of those--you know, the kind that's made out of paper and you write about all your deep, dark secrets in? no one wants to read that shit. trust me.

i'm going through a trash and camp phase right now. to indulge this, i have been thinking about halloween. last year i was a slutty spacewoman. a guy wearing chaps and a cowboy hat at the gay costume party (lee's palace; i got in underage due to a typo on my study permit) dubbed me interplanet janet, so i stuck with it. i had hair back then, so i was able to make one of those fun lolita-cheerleader high ponytails and grease it down with pink hairgel.

the costume was boffo, if i do say so myself. i was going to make it a yearly tradition, but that's no fun. so i think this year i'll be either Columbia from rocky horror or connie marble from pink flamingos. connie would be easier, but columbia would be awfully fun.

tomorrow i work my last day at the boring (but high paying) 9-5 office job i've had all summer and immediately afterwards, head back to T.O. maybe i'll bleach my hair white or something to celebrate my emancipation from the Man.