sugar and spice
This is my new dress. Hey, Daria, do you remember that time last year when I made a vow to stop wearing ruffles and ribbons and buttons and bows because I already look like I'm twelve and I was upping the Lolita factor by at least forty percent by dressing the way I do? Are you ashamed to know me now? I am. But my hair sort of looks good, so whatever.
posted by LZP @ 3:26 PM
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But fortunately you have that darling Drawn-and-Quarter'd Death Stare.
Lolita? Not so much.
Ever shall I embrace thee, I'm afraid, but I do appreciate the efforts to find methods by which to shame. I pinky swear.
People who think you look twelve are idiots. Did I ever tell you about the time I went into a Kmart when I was fifteen, with my fifteen-year-old friend, and the lady behind the counter asked if I was my friend's mother?
To be fair, I was wearing glasses at the time.
Anyway: at some magickal tipping-point, depending on the number of ruffles and ribbons and buttons and bows you wear, the Lolita factor will morph into "crazy." It could be a good (and awesome) move.
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