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February 26, 2006 (Hair Expectations) |
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This particular expose begins with a broken fingernail. Those
of you who don't worry about having long, glamorous, slightly frightening
nails will never know the trauma of having one break. Pity me, pity
The Muff! |
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Some camera angles make a person look like a dwarf, but don't let that
distract you from this fabulous Delirium outfit!
Yes, it's a perfect replica of Ann Miller's "Shakin' the Blues Away"
dress from "Easter Parade." But that was obvious, right? |
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And how could the world possibly be blue when Dina is around
to make you happy? |
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And how about Glen, who patronizes me when I ask him long, senseless,
boring questions about heavy metal when he just wants to have fun?
No blues here! |
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And nobody's blue when Kitty's around, not even when I forget
her name and end up calling her "Kitty." Because she's
fab! |
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Okay, sometimes we get a little bit blue when we're
having camera troubles. Here we capture a rare moment of total frustration,
and a guy at the end of the bar laughs at our misfortune. |
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But the blues don't last long, because PAUL is making a surprise
appearance! I last saw him so long ago that it depresses me to realize
how old I am. But no, no depression allowed...we're Shakin' the
Blues Away! |
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Another night, another theme. This time I was celebrating
my new job...so I wore my "hair-puff of hope" as a good
luck charm. May all your future jobs be lucrative and fulfilling! |
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Aha, and these are the "butts of hope," courtesy
of myself and Chris. Note that Chris is much more graceful here
than I am. I don't even want to think about what it looks like I'm
doing. |
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And while we're celebrating the brief reunion with Paul (see
above), here's another long-lost lovely: Pulp Girl, back from Australia!
The only good thing about people leaving town is that they sometimes return... |
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Golly, another long-lost friend returns: Lisa! This
was the night of her birthday: many wonderful wishes for your future,
cutie. And incidentally, Lisa's mom is a bunny's best friend. |
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I finally pull out my dusty hot-rollers, and what happens?
I end up feeling like Renee Zellweger, only prettier and less weepy. |
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And here we have Lynn and Tera! I promised! I
promised I wouldn't forget your names! |
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They say that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.
Since I was in such a good mood, I decided to flatter a painting.
It got me nowhere. |
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Aha, herein lies a story. I bought this hair-clip online
and found that it totally overwhelmed my head. The wonderful Peevil
dropped by and pointed out that it would make a great tail.
As always, she was right! |
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Because you can never get enough tail, or so I'm told. |
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During our second "Ladies of the Eighties" night
at Club Renaissance, I do my best "King Kong"
impersonation. You can tell I haven't seen the movie. |
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It's simply impossible to fully capture the joy of
this outfit in a picture...but I'll keep trying! And a shout-out
to the wonderful Tami: thanks for the hair, and good luck on "The
Rock!" We'll miss you! |
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During the winter, tails sometimes take a migratory flight
from butt to head. Look familiar? |
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Happy birthday, Leanne! She's your video-bar hostess
at Club Abstract, she's gorgeous, and she pours
a mean shot. Love you! |
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It concludes as it began: a broken thumbnail, signaling the
final end to my pointy fingers. Sigh. |
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January 13, 2006 (Merry Christmas!)
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Merry Christmas!
But Vanilla...people will say we're in love! At my office
Christmas party I am careful to keep my true identity secret. I'm
actually... |
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Merry Christmas!
Muffy Claus, office party DJ!
The highpoint of my night? Doing a drag show with the former Big
Cool Boss Dan...what fun! |
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Merry Christmas!
On Christmas night I get to schmooze with the fabulous, sanity-inducing
coat-check queen! |
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Merry Christmas!
Dennis is a University friend from way, way back... seeing him at Abstract
on Christmas night was the best present I could get! |
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Zsa Zsa dreams about eating antelope pate on the savannah,
then washing it down with a drink from the toilet. Glamorous is
the life of a cat! |
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A sort of arty, ABBA-esque picture of Randy and I, thanks
to an expert photographer known as "Muffy's Right Hand." |
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Flashback!
Up on the rooftop of Jason and Craig's apartment, gazing out over the
Toronto skyline as the sun goes down...heaven. |
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Flashback!
Oh well, we all have to take the stairs back to reality eventually,
right? |
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I prepare to perform "Fire" with Drew and Victoria,
while wearing the infamous "cat-poop dress." Don't come
close if you see me wearing it. I store it inside two plastic bags. |
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Poor Hayley and Deneatra! They'd only been there for
five minutes and I was already railroading them into a picture... |
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Yet another picture taken by "Muffy's Right Hand,"
this time as we stand in the Trashy Guy section of Club
Abstract: at the dance floor bar. |
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I apologize...not EVERYBODY could fit into the thumbnail!
Sorry, Ryan! Sorry, unhappy-looking-guy! |
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I have been without a Brent-cuddle for far too long, so last
weekend I was sure to grab one. Behind my butt is an as yet uneaten
poinsettia. |
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The side of my cat that few people see: trashy, vengeful,
greedy and evil. |
