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well guys, this is it! I am officially going to the Wilder House Cocktail party in drag. I can't believe I'm doing this. It's what I get for being overly fond of mischeivious crossdressing deities. *sigh* But I had to crash the party somehow. Everyone's taking this so seriously! Dressing up in fancy dresses and I'm always dressed up anyway so it's just not exciting to go in a dress! mwahahahahahaha! I'll let you know how the subversive activities end. Provided I don't die beforhand. WHat is wrong with me? I could do this if I were in ashland dammit! Meh I hope I haven't been permanently corrupted by college! I'll never forgive myself for this. Me! The girl who dressed as a roman when she took her father out for father's day. The girl who wanders around downtown in prom dresses and 1930's evening gowns, who took the bus to ariels dressed as a fifties housewife, who showed up to clare's beach party dressed as a goth, what am I thinking? I can do this! I was made to do this! mwahahahahahahaha! I go, mayhaps to my doom . . . I shall send flowers, or postcards, at least,. . . to infamy and eternal damnation!!!!