I just want to let it be known that, given 17 layers of green eyeshadow, a pair of pewter pumps, an off-white pair of vintage leather over-the-elbow gloves, and more hairspray and bobby pins than my hair has seen since 1987, I AM ONE HOT BITCH.
Evidence of My Prophetic Abilities, or, Yeah, That's About Right (See "Cool By Association?").
Photographic proof that I was a junkie in the 1920s to come as soon as I either get my STUPID BLASTED CAMERA fixed, or buy a Mac-friendly cord for Greg's.