leonine roar
Aug. 14th, 2006 06:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
zenithblueSo this weekend is my birthday, and that being the case I feel almost like I should plan a party. Upon thinking about it, though, I realized I don't plan to have enough energy after roller derby to party any more. So here is, so far, my plan for turning twenty-seven.
1. Purchase most ostentatious, glammed-out drag queen princess tiara possible. Wear it to roller derby. Wear it possibly the rest of my life.
2. Go tojohnnybrainwash's prefunk. Drink johnnybrainwash's liquor.
3. Scream a lot at roller derby. Ogle cute half-naked tattooed girls. Later apologize tohplovescats and claim I was drunk.
4. On birthday proper, sit in backyard on blanket with sunblock on. Possibly cajolehplovescats to grill me a cheeseburger. Drink beer, unless liver protests. Then revert to lemonade.
So far that is the plan. I had thought to be more sober at this derby such that I can better follow and comprehend the action. This may or may not actually happen, in which case once again I'll just yell really loudly at everthing that happens.
I am officially going to be the age at which rockers die. It's a good thing I'm a total and complete square. But I'll still pour libations for Kurt, departed icon of adolescence. Not the first man to make me love smudgy eyeliner on a man, but certainly he did justice to the cause.
Oh: and a shoutout toalecaustin, whose birthday doth approacheth. I hope the white paper hasn't destroyed your mind.
1. Purchase most ostentatious, glammed-out drag queen princess tiara possible. Wear it to roller derby. Wear it possibly the rest of my life.
2. Go to
johnnybrainwash's prefunk. Drink johnnybrainwash's liquor. 3. Scream a lot at roller derby. Ogle cute half-naked tattooed girls. Later apologize to
hplovescats and claim I was drunk.4. On birthday proper, sit in backyard on blanket with sunblock on. Possibly cajole
hplovescats to grill me a cheeseburger. Drink beer, unless liver protests. Then revert to lemonade.So far that is the plan. I had thought to be more sober at this derby such that I can better follow and comprehend the action. This may or may not actually happen, in which case once again I'll just yell really loudly at everthing that happens.
I am officially going to be the age at which rockers die. It's a good thing I'm a total and complete square. But I'll still pour libations for Kurt, departed icon of adolescence. Not the first man to make me love smudgy eyeliner on a man, but certainly he did justice to the cause.
Oh: and a shoutout to
alecaustin, whose birthday doth approacheth. I hope the white paper hasn't destroyed your mind.