I'm in an altered state. Somehow blissfully happy. I think it's all the vitamins that found their way into my system. If any is a day to sing, today is the day.
Paul Draper, jump back. It's my day to make ungodly high noises!
It is my time to dress like I belong in the UK in the late 1800's. It is my turn to have ruffled knickers. It is my turn to do whatever the hell I can to get more bell sleeves, more corsets, more boots, more zippers, more buttons, more laces, and a big fat cello that I will soon learn to play. It is my turn to have cakey make-up and over-done blush, it is my turn to have red-stained lips and black ringing my eyes. My mom says it's stage make up and I say you don't have to be on stage to look like that. I would gladly do it all the time. I don't care how long it would take.
I want to look like THEM.
That was Ag. She is my hero!