"Can you get any gother than that!?"

Dear Diary,
Tonight I went to the Goth Prom (ie. the NEDSWB), and it was perfect. I got my hair done just like Dita Von Teese (pre-Marilyn Manson era, of course). The hairdresser accidentally bumped one of my fresh piercings and it's slightly bleeding now, but that was totally fine because it matched my new red dress and to be honest looked totally hawt! My friends all met at my house to get ready before the Goth Prom, and everyone looked great! Tom and I wore a matching corsage and boutinniere set that I'd made from those dead flowers I'd saved from my dad's casket arrangement and everyone said we looked so cute! I thought he looked really handsome in that Type O Negative kind of way while wearing his blacks. He said he liked my earrings (which were authentic bone!). We all hung out until the Hearse came - that's right, we all pitched in and rented a Hearse to take us to the Goth Prom - and it was so slick. I could not believe how awesome it was. Everybody at the Goth Prom was going to be so jealous when we pulled up rockin' out to some old school Bauhaus. The driver looked just like a real undertaker, complete with white gloves and everything. We had a ton of fun dancing and looking at the goth art. Things were a little rocky when I forgot my leather garter belt in the bathroom, but thankfully, the confused tranny who came in afterwards found it and returned it to me. He was so handsome, I felt like Cindergotherubberella! Oh diary, I'm so happy, tonight was the best Goth Prom ever.

XOXO,
Lady D


So, to answer your question, yeah, I think I could get a little gother than the turn-down service.

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