Invited to the Prom!

Abuzz with Burning Man ideas now that I've found out there's going to be a Burning Man prom! (Huzzah, bring on a good old fashioned Burning Man pep rally and call it nirvana!)

I'm going to retrofit the horrific Jessica McClintockish frock I wore to Milton Berle's birthday party several years ago (from the bad old days of working for a celebrity charity) and make it fab-o-rific with some faux fur and an UP do (think way up) and tiara (because, after all, I am the princess). I'll be the belle of the damned ball. And how! All I need is a corsage...

My sleazy old man came in tonight and I informed him that I was *not* a lesbian, I just wasn't interested. He sheepishly said he knew that and that's why he wanted to go out with me (huh?) so very badly. He insisted that he would keep asking me until I relented. Charming. I told him it was NEVAH gonna happen short of a severe head injury on my part. He thinks I'm kidding. Gah.

The delightful Miz O watched the whole thing and found it all very amusing, of course. Little bitch. ;)

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I'm broke but I still bought myself a pirate shirt.

Since I can't have a GIANT beach ball, I had to assuage my grief with something.