Gurgle

Ugh. I've been crashing since Thursday. At first I thought it had something to do with going off my meds, but I spoke with a couple of other people who've been feeling just as shitty as I have. It appears to be a nasty flu going around, complete with exhaustion and arse cramps. Joy.

I dance tonight with snowy_kathryn up at UNB. I'm going to try to nap all afternoon and see if I can get my energy back. I was supposed to be working at school today, but I just feel too shitty, and I have to save something for tonight's dancing.

And now, for your vulgar enjoyment, this is what happens when you cross a dick and a pussy (thanks, jadedandfixated).

Under Where?

Well, I'm just about to get ready for the show, tonight. But first, I'd like to talk about underwear.

The other day, I hastily pulled on my pants and started walking to school early in the morning. A block or two away from home, I felt like something was bunched up in my pants. It almost felt like a wedgie, but I was wearing buttfloss. That much fabric jammed in my arse just didn't make sense. So I kept on walking, weirdly assuming it was all due to an overactive imagination.

Then, in my peripheral vision, I caught a glimpse of something dark flapping around my foot as I walked. I stopped, looked down, and saw a leg of pantyhose. I started to laugh, then gave a yank. It wasn't coming loose. I could feel it braided up around and down through the other leg of my pants.

I still had several more blocks to walk, so I decided to tuck the errant pantyhose flapping beast into my boot. I walked along further, and met up with one of the guys from school: Matt. We walked together, and then it happened again. A great black flapping tentacle appeared from my left leg. Matt burst into laughter, and this time, I tied the pantyhose into a knot and jammed it down my sock.

Just before we got to school, as we walked through an alley, my leg pooped out the entire pair of pantyhose.

I giggled throughout the entire day in remembrance of this silly event.

Then today, I put on a brand-new pair of silk bikini panties. I looked down at myself, and was surprised to see a bulge at my crotch. My panties are manties. They've given me quite the package. I hope it doesn't make it look like I'm wearing a codpiece when I dance, tonight!

On that note, it's time to get in costume and makeup....

Another Day, Another Dance

Crossposted to bellydancing

Wow. That was the most disorganized event I've ever performed at, and I've performed at plenty of fiascos. This performance was for a beauty pagent. I had no idea. I thought it was a multicultural festival. Well, I suppose it was. ( It was a multicultural festival framing a central multicultural beauty pageant. )