Yay! Make up!
Had a good time at an 80s themed party last night celebrating the birthday of a close friend o' mine from college. Just a large group of us in a rented out club type establishment, eating, "dancing" and touching each other. And the world goes on. A good laugh, och aye. I didn't even have a costume after ages of searching and just went in my normal black trousers and a silvery, sheen type shirt. But, hurrah, my mum did lots of make up for me to accentuate the eyes and give me an Adam Ant sort of style. All purply silvery. With some sparkly bits. And adjusted my fringe a tad. My friends thought it looked great and I can safely say I was the only hetero male to go wearing obvious make up. It felt rather nice, actually. The mascara complemented my long lashes perfectly, y'know.
Look at that superb, sexy... dragged up idiot. Gosh.
When I think of it I touch myself.
Look at that superb, sexy... dragged up idiot. Gosh.
When I think of it I touch myself.