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i feel as if i've been banging face forward into a wall all week. And that damn wall is still there. Argh!
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Ok, maybe its PMS. It will gone by tomorrow. Hopefully.
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Was the week a waste? i mean, i had a month to find the perfect soundtrack. The party is the day after tomorrow and i've come down to two certainties and three possibilities. And only the design for a dress and knickers that i have no idea if i am capable of making. Not as they are designed, at least.
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Blessings? My new love finally arrived. Ahem, i mean my xmas gift from the Mister... a 1034 Overlock Serger from Brother... now i have to read the manual and add cute stickers.
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Where was i? Oh, yes, back to my bitching. Monday was chaos, Tuesday i started putting order into it, and well, wednesday was spent cleaning and scrubbing and sewing and working. So i totally deserved those two bloodymary's last night. Which leads to a slight hangover and almost being late to the dentist how the fuck don't you have white thread going to the doctor throwing away those bloody old undies and having a boring salad for lunch day. And work. Working out. And a shower. So here am i in my corset and underwear and trying really hard to edit the soundtrack for Saturday. i thought i had the answer. But i spent an hour working on it and didn't like the result.
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Second opinions please?
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Remember, the keywords are: 1930's, decadent Hollywood glamour, jean harlow, the 18th century, fetish, the Marquis, candle light, burlesque (which won't let me leave out a pinch of satire).
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First song: Piano Duet - Soundtrack for The Corpse Bride
Second song: A new arrival - Soundtrack for The Corpse Bride
Third song: ?!???????
- Put a lid on it - Squirrel Nut Zippers
- Satin Chic - Goldfrapp (my first choice but the end is not so good to dance to)
- Mon Cabaret - Sofia Essaldi
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Ideas, please? i had originally considered Queen of Pain, by Devil Doll but the Mister thinks its too slow. So i'm hitting that wall face forward again. Not that anyone cares about the music as much as i do, but i'm the one dancing so i have to have my motivation... i just don't know what my gimmick is anymore... fetish?
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i really should eat something. My head is killing me. And all i had all day was that boring salad.
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i feel like a failure right now. One big fat fraud. That would have never made it to Minsky's. Argh... And its just so hard to over do what i did last...
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i wish i could rebel against this need for a concept and just bump and grind and dip and strip. But i can't and this goddamn ideal has consumed me all week. Well, at least the house is clean and most of the laundry done.
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"Cultivate your curves - they may be dangerous but they won't be avoided."
Mae West
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mood: confused and upset. About to burst into tear actually, and not knowing if it is exhaustion from excessive housework, frustration or just PMS.
now playing: nothing, i've been listening to music non-stop for the past 4 days so i need a break to clear my head. Or better, i'll let Miss Holiday sooth me.
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i feel as if i've been banging face forward into a wall all week. And that damn wall is still there. Argh!
.
Ok, maybe its PMS. It will gone by tomorrow. Hopefully.
.
Was the week a waste? i mean, i had a month to find the perfect soundtrack. The party is the day after tomorrow and i've come down to two certainties and three possibilities. And only the design for a dress and knickers that i have no idea if i am capable of making. Not as they are designed, at least.
.
Blessings? My new love finally arrived. Ahem, i mean my xmas gift from the Mister... a 1034 Overlock Serger from Brother... now i have to read the manual and add cute stickers.
.Where was i? Oh, yes, back to my bitching. Monday was chaos, Tuesday i started putting order into it, and well, wednesday was spent cleaning and scrubbing and sewing and working. So i totally deserved those two bloodymary's last night. Which leads to a slight hangover and almost being late to the dentist how the fuck don't you have white thread going to the doctor throwing away those bloody old undies and having a boring salad for lunch day. And work. Working out. And a shower. So here am i in my corset and underwear and trying really hard to edit the soundtrack for Saturday. i thought i had the answer. But i spent an hour working on it and didn't like the result.
.Second opinions please?
.
Remember, the keywords are: 1930's, decadent Hollywood glamour, jean harlow, the 18th century, fetish, the Marquis, candle light, burlesque (which won't let me leave out a pinch of satire).
.First song: Piano Duet - Soundtrack for The Corpse Bride
Second song: A new arrival - Soundtrack for The Corpse Bride
Third song: ?!???????
- Put a lid on it - Squirrel Nut Zippers
- Satin Chic - Goldfrapp (my first choice but the end is not so good to dance to)
- Mon Cabaret - Sofia Essaldi
.
Ideas, please? i had originally considered Queen of Pain, by Devil Doll but the Mister thinks its too slow. So i'm hitting that wall face forward again. Not that anyone cares about the music as much as i do, but i'm the one dancing so i have to have my motivation... i just don't know what my gimmick is anymore... fetish?
.
i really should eat something. My head is killing me. And all i had all day was that boring salad.
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*
i feel like a failure right now. One big fat fraud. That would have never made it to Minsky's. Argh... And its just so hard to over do what i did last...
.
i wish i could rebel against this need for a concept and just bump and grind and dip and strip. But i can't and this goddamn ideal has consumed me all week. Well, at least the house is clean and most of the laundry done.
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"Cultivate your curves - they may be dangerous but they won't be avoided."
Mae West
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mood: confused and upset. About to burst into tear actually, and not knowing if it is exhaustion from excessive housework, frustration or just PMS.
now playing: nothing, i've been listening to music non-stop for the past 4 days so i need a break to clear my head. Or better, i'll let Miss Holiday sooth me.
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