29 Oct – Dressups

Tell us about your favourite costume from childhood.

Growing up, I didn’t really have ‘costumes’.  We didn’t do halloween, and even when we did, we didn’t really get into costumes. For us, Halloween was done at night, but it was always so incredibly hot, so costumes had to involve a singlet, shorts and thongs. Maybe some face paint.

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Daily Prompt – Masks Off

We’re less than a week away from Halloween! If you had to design a costume that channeled your true, innermost self, what would that costume look like? Would you dare to wear it?

I’d go Tick or Treating as Regina George from Mean Girls.

But not dressed as a slut. No, no, I’d go AS Regina George.

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Daily Prompt – Avant Garde

From your musical tastes to your political views, were you ever way ahead of the rest of us, adopting the new and the emerging before everyone else?

The only Avant Garde quality I have is my obsession and adoration for avant Garde fashion!
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Daily Prompt – Roaring Laughter

What was the last thing that gave you a real, authentic, tearful, hearty belly laugh? Why was it so funny?

Hands down, it was this past Sunday night, and a couple of friends, Hulk and myself were watching a video from a gym class we has filmed… Oh and I may have done it dressed as a Powerpuff Girl…

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Daily Prompt – Back Of The Queue

Is there something you’ve always wanted to do, but never got around to starting (an activity, a hobby, or anything else, really)? Tell us about it — and tell us about what’s keeping you from doing it.

I’ve always wanted to be able to go back in time and re-do my life. But I can’t.

Why?

Because, fucking time travel hasn’t been invented yet.

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Feb 27: Photographic Regrets

Tell us about a picture you never snapped that you wish you had.

 

I really wish I had more photos of a lot of moments from my life.

Birthdays. Dance comps. Holidays. Hanging out with my friends etc. I just don’t have them. I’m not actually sure why that is. I know that we had a camera, and I remember that my father had bought it, and nobody else was allowed to touch it, because it was quite expensive. I remember that he used to keep it in one of his drawers, and as kids, we were forbidden to go through his drawers. I remember that if I ever wanted to take a photo, I had to get his permission and that was quite rare.

Most people have album after album of photos, documenting their entire lives – I don’t. I have maybe a couple of packets of photos, most of which are from when I was a baby, or a small child. I don’t have photos of any of my dance comps, because my parents never came to them. I have only two or three photos of some of my costumes out of something like 13years of dancing and that makes me really sad. Photos are documented memories that people keep for the rest of their lives, and now, those memories exist only in my very scattered brain.