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God damn it, Magneto.
Oct. 25th, 2011 04:29 pmAKA The Post where Flax bitches about her choice of Halloween costume.
Mags, seriously, I love you and all, but whyyyyyy is your outfit such a pain in the ass to make, and why is it so fugly? You know, a black turtleneck and (uggggh) khakis would have been easy, but no. Oh no.
Ladies and gentlemen, Reason #1 of why I've been a shut-in for the past two weeks......
It looks like major shit right now, but it's only about 50% completed. Still gotta trim/sand/paint/varnish/weatherproof/line the hell out of it. Also, ignore my beauteous work station.
Kiiiiinda wanted to keep this under wraps until the 31st, but you know, since it's only 6 days away (and my poor BFF AKA my very own Charles Xavier -- no really, she is small and dark-haired and a huge cardigan-wearing nerd-- and we bought a wheelchair and painted it silver and X-up the wheels and everything, but she is tired of listening to me scream at inanimate objects at 3 am) and I needed to vent and seek reassurance that mayyyybe, just maybe, I'm not insane? No takers? Oh well.
Still, hay guys, hay!
Mags, seriously, I love you and all, but whyyyyyy is your outfit such a pain in the ass to make, and why is it so fugly? You know, a black turtleneck and (uggggh) khakis would have been easy, but no. Oh no.
Ladies and gentlemen, Reason #1 of why I've been a shut-in for the past two weeks......
It looks like major shit right now, but it's only about 50% completed. Still gotta trim/sand/paint/varnish/weatherproof/line the hell out of it. Also, ignore my beauteous work station.
Kiiiiinda wanted to keep this under wraps until the 31st, but you know, since it's only 6 days away (and my poor BFF AKA my very own Charles Xavier -- no really, she is small and dark-haired and a huge cardigan-wearing nerd-- and we bought a wheelchair and painted it silver and X-up the wheels and everything, but she is tired of listening to me scream at inanimate objects at 3 am) and I needed to vent and seek reassurance that mayyyybe, just maybe, I'm not insane? No takers? Oh well.
Still, hay guys, hay!
