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everythinginthesky: See, the Fancy Dress invite said come as a dessert but I pretended it was come as a desert and HEY IT WAS FUNNY AT THE TIME OKAY LIKE 2 OTHER GUYS LAUGHED. GPOYfromAYearAgoExactly.(Man, oh man, am I tired. So tired, internet. Only a week till unemployment and fulltime personal projects and I can make things, internet. ‘s gonna be awesome. You’ll see. At least, the making things. Not the unemployment.) I once dressed up as Morrissey for a fancy dress party. One other guest (a huge Morrissey fan) guessed who I was but did so right away. The host didn’t even understand my jokes about why she didn’t play any of “my” music. I also had flowers in the back pocket of my jeans which makes this reblog slightly less irrelevant.

everythinginthesky:

See, the Fancy Dress invite said come as a dessert but I pretended it was come as a desert and HEY IT WAS FUNNY AT THE TIME OKAY LIKE 2 OTHER GUYS LAUGHED.

GPOYfromAYearAgoExactly.

(Man, oh man, am I tired. So tired, internet. Only a week till unemployment and fulltime personal projects and I can make things, internet. ‘s gonna be awesome. You’ll see. At least, the making things. Not the unemployment.)

I once dressed up as Morrissey for a fancy dress party. One other guest (a huge Morrissey fan) guessed who I was but did so right away. The host didn’t even understand my jokes about why she didn’t play any of “my” music.

I also had flowers in the back pocket of my jeans which makes this reblog slightly less irrelevant.