Soon...I am going to die.
And nobody will care and or notice because I will be locked in the dressing room, O.D.~ing on hairspray and stabbing my vital organs with the razors from eyeliner sharpeners.  If that doesn't kill me, then Kristina's Saturday job will.  Either way, I'm going to die.  And you know what?  I have a feeling that it's going to ( Read more... )