Carbon Kid With Nothing to Wear
Ok guys, this is a little ditty written by Brea, author of "Candy princess". It's about Brian Molko, from Placebo.
Feel free to e-mail Brea about it!
5pm...
6pm...
6.45pm...
7pm...
Two hours before the universe is going to
collapse into itself and it'll all be my fault!
Why did I agree to go? I've always hated dating.
I'd much rather the occasional shag with a cute
girl or nancyboy...has never bothered me. But a
date?! I really wonder about myself sometimes.
Oh well, best have a shower then see what's in
my closet.
One hour left before the sky falls and the
ground opens up swallowing us whole. Why is it I
have bugger all to wear?! Image, image...that's
what it's all about. I guess I could wear my
black pants with that silver top I brought the
other week...my platforms would look great with
it. Although I don't want to look too beautiful
tonight, casual is the look this time around.
Three, two, one...BOOM!!! Bloody hell, oh so
typical! Run out of mascara. And yes I know I
said I wasn't going to be all nancyboy and
everything, but, well...a little makeup never
hurt anyone! Ok, quick check before all hell
brakes loose. Makeup minus "kara", check! My
hair all nice and spikey, check! Black doc's,
check! Black jeans, check! StuntGirl t-shirt,
check! Breathmints, lube and condoms in my
bag, check! Ok I'm good to go.
Ok, this is it, wish me luck! Oh by the way...
don't wait up! Thanks for keeping me company,
take care sweethearts, bye!
