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Earwormed by something I'll likely never hear again.
Tonight my cakes I bake
Tonight my beer I make
But tomorrow, tomorrow, tomoooooooorrow
The Queen's little baby I take Ha HA!
Lucky I go
Lucky I game
For Rumplestilskin is my name!!!
For some reason, I've had that song in my head for two days now. It's from some cheesy production of Rumplestilskin I saw on TV or at school or something when I was a wee Wednes. That guy really did get a raw deal, I always thought, until someone explained to me that he intended to eat the baby. Ew.
Anywhoo, the Vampire Ball is tomorrow. The last time I put this much planning into an event, I ended up married at the end of it. Put the bookmarks together last night, and watched a vid about fitting my fangs but haven't cast them yet. I'm very amused at the products marketed to goth kids nowadays. I would have loved to have a stark white powder compact in high school. I just put baby powder into my cheap, CG compact and it used to spill all over myself and my purse. Wheee.
Never discovered who sent the mystery package of sparkle pens and silver sharpies. I tried on my velvety blue and silver cape yesterday and it looks pretty awesome with my black dress and wedding tiara. I must be the Vampire Queen of Michigan or something.
Is it okay for a Vampire to wear glasses? I kind of need to see.
Missed my radio thing from Wednesday? That sucks. But fret not, for you can watch the streaming vid of the show, and hear my dulcet tones informing the good people of Flint that they can buy my books at the Vampire Ball. I also explained who Voltaire is to host Ryan Eashoo, who did not seem to know. I don't come on till about 10 minutes into the second half. I also had to talk to some city council chick who was trying to sound all in-the-know.
Not really loving this Bella Morte music I've been listening to. They're okay, but their whole deal just strikes me as...very labored. I like it better when people do their thing rather that trying to shove their thing into a marketable mold. Anyway, I'll post a pic of me in my fangs once I get them cast and into my gob.
Tonight my beer I make
But tomorrow, tomorrow, tomoooooooorrow
The Queen's little baby I take Ha HA!
Lucky I go
Lucky I game
For Rumplestilskin is my name!!!
For some reason, I've had that song in my head for two days now. It's from some cheesy production of Rumplestilskin I saw on TV or at school or something when I was a wee Wednes. That guy really did get a raw deal, I always thought, until someone explained to me that he intended to eat the baby. Ew.
Anywhoo, the Vampire Ball is tomorrow. The last time I put this much planning into an event, I ended up married at the end of it. Put the bookmarks together last night, and watched a vid about fitting my fangs but haven't cast them yet. I'm very amused at the products marketed to goth kids nowadays. I would have loved to have a stark white powder compact in high school. I just put baby powder into my cheap, CG compact and it used to spill all over myself and my purse. Wheee.
Never discovered who sent the mystery package of sparkle pens and silver sharpies. I tried on my velvety blue and silver cape yesterday and it looks pretty awesome with my black dress and wedding tiara. I must be the Vampire Queen of Michigan or something.
Is it okay for a Vampire to wear glasses? I kind of need to see.
Missed my radio thing from Wednesday? That sucks. But fret not, for you can watch the streaming vid of the show, and hear my dulcet tones informing the good people of Flint that they can buy my books at the Vampire Ball. I also explained who Voltaire is to host Ryan Eashoo, who did not seem to know. I don't come on till about 10 minutes into the second half. I also had to talk to some city council chick who was trying to sound all in-the-know.
Not really loving this Bella Morte music I've been listening to. They're okay, but their whole deal just strikes me as...very labored. I like it better when people do their thing rather that trying to shove their thing into a marketable mold. Anyway, I'll post a pic of me in my fangs once I get them cast and into my gob.

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I'll take plenty of pics in my fly outfit. Hopefully, Voltaire will be in one of them.
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I think the glasses are fine for vampires, because modern vampires are sexy, and I think your glasses are sexy.
And I'm partial to the story when Rumplestilskin pulls himself in half, but not everyone knows that version.
Seriously, how to you handle these birds? I'm having to look at the ceiling and type.
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I'd love to feast my peepers on that particular version of our man 'Stilskin.
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I have no idea whether it has some kind of legitimate connection to the original tale, or if it was just something made up for the thing I saw.
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