Gotta whole lotta leg. Oh yeah, I'd forgotten that I smeared pink lipgloss on my eyelids on Friday. It was a desperate bid to be interesting, since I was quite jealous of Dirk & Stacy's clean & fresh new outfits. It looked cool & spacey, but it was a bitch to clean off the next day - I joked that it felt like I'd given myself pinkeye, which of course I had. The jacket used to belong to Stacy, and I was both grateful to her and embarrassed that only one button could be buttoned. Life in Nova Gothic has been a little too good to me this year... Although I look really pissed off, it's probably due to the corset & the tasteless skirt. It's not like I had much capacity to get upset, with the way I was slamming back vodka coolers. Speaking of which... Stacy is sad...but not sad enough to let go of her drink. This was the first night I'd seen anyone do the Gothic Lolita thing (remember, I live in the boonies). Stacy does it up nice -- but Stacy does everything up nice; it's hard to tell if something is supposed to be incredibly stylish or if Stacy just makes it so by being Stacy. Stacy & Dirk (who wears the jacket we began seeing on everyone.) And with the Admiral in command, we were soon on our way...