Taking out the trash

Hey, this one is short!

I went to the grand opening party at the new Fashion Mode mall last night.

The party invite said the theme was Trashy Glam.

I have no idea how everyone else interpreted Trashy Glam or if anyone even bothered to dress in theme at all. No surprise, everyone was mostly grey to me, and the place was laggy as hell. I gave up after about 15 minutes of feeling like I was dancing in slow motion underwater.

Later, still dressed in my Trashy Glam attire, I went back to actually check out the stores. I walked by a couple of chickies wearing jeans and, I don't know, little tops from Pixel Mode or somewhere. One of them said "Oh. My." and the other one said "God."

OK. 

I didn't know whether to feel sorry for them for their complete lack of a sense of humor or because they were painfully dense and pathetically petty. Honey, if I'm walking around like this, do you REALLY think I'm taking myself seriously?:

Um, I also added a cigarette, silver bangles and a big damn cocktail ring. Actually, I still didn't feel trashy enough. But you know what? I'm still running around like this today.



(Bishes, the bunny likes it.)

I hardly ever do this but:

Hair: Wild Woman Hair from miaSofia
Sunglasses: *Starz* Glasses -- I bought these early last year and I'm not sure where, but the designer is Apple May of AMD, so maybe they're there now. I don't think they were when I bought them though. (Wow, I'm so awesome at this whole fashion blogging thing.)

Earrings: Shiny Silver Large Hoops from Dark Mouse 

Feather Boa: from Last Call. Despite all the feather boas floating around out there, this one remains my favorite (sorry, Nicky Ree).

Dress: Flame Sequin Dress from DYN, prize in the Keys to the VIP gridwide hunt -- and it restored my faith in the usually detested "tiny crotch prim"

Stockings: Laddered stockings from League

Shoes: d'Orsay in Silver Patent from Stiletto Moody

Skin: Meredith (sunkissed) Post Party (past freebie) from Tuli

"I rolled out of a strange man's bed after a long hard night of partying, kissed him on his gorgeous lips as he still slept, rummaged in my bag for sunglasses big enough to cover my mascara-stained and bloodshot eyes, lit a cigarette and followed the scent of beautiful people across the city to the next glam gathering." (at a mall - LOL)

A continued plea to people to occasionally create a damn character and love it, if only for a day. You've got a virtual world at your fingertips. WORK IT! Be a hungover party girl, be a nerdy little chick with pigtails and glasses, be a thunder-thighed warrior princess, be a banana, be a poster girl for prim boobs, be a unicorn, be an elegant gothic lolita, be a fairy, be a Furry, be something -- anything -- that you can't be in real life. (Um, just don't lie about your gender if you're trying to date me. kthxbai.)

Or if you prefer the safety of your Malt jeans and Pixel Mode tops -- and believe me, on most days I usually do -- at least stop laughing at the people who are having a little fun.

But by all means laugh with us though. :D

P.S. Speaking of dorks: YAY! Who Let the Dorks Out? is back!

P.P.S. Speaking of laughs, this Web site usually has me in hysterical giggles: Texts from Last Night