"You know what my Nanna used to say: If you want to get some head, get yourself a hat!"
Not ahead - some head!
Now, as a prolific Hatter, I can attest that her Nanna talks a shit load of utter bollocks! Oft times I have been out in my millinery raiment, and not once has it resulted in phallic sucklement resulting in ejaculatory esophagus emissions.
So, either Nanna is spouting shite, or she was the only person for a fetish for noshing off the helmets of behatted rakes.
Anyhoo, tonight I did get head! And for only £2 too! Off my mate Kelly! A proper head with al hair and stuff to practice braiding upon. Or for me, to store me hats and masks on! Here's the saucy little minx:
Anyhoo, apart from getting a head, I also got pestered by others to To Go Ask People To Dance. Unfortunately, such persuasion was overheard by a one of the Dancing Pretties. So, during the Improvers' Class, the babe brought it up!
"Don't you dance in the practice bit then"
"Um... like... no! I get a bit nervous having to dance in front of everyone, especially when it's all crowded with professional dancers"
"I kept wondering if I should ask you or not. I'll come and grab you next week."
"Um.. yeah.. that'd be cool!"
So... y'all know me. Next week, I may have to cancel class due to having a bone in me leg, otherwise I'll have to interface with a Pretty! Not only that - dance too! And it's partner dancing! Lindyhop!
Solo, I'm a fucking Dance God! I'm not great at synchronising with Other Peoples. Let alone Pretties. And now I've no choice but to accept and take her up on her dancing request! Fate, up against Xym's Will! Through that there thick and thin, Xym will wait until
"♪ And that there focus of fear
is in the creases of a dress
a female dress
How did Xym come to drowning in this mess
Ah, fucking mess! ♫"
