It Is Upon Us

Buckle the fuck UP, people. It's happening.



Prom Season!



My HS never had a prom, so I had to live vicariously through the AMAZING prom supplies catalogues that our school received in the mail. Best ever themes: Puttin' On the Ritz, Shipwrecked! Arabian Wedding (for real), Cheerleader High, Tropical Breeze... so many mem'ries.



It could have been me riding that gorgeous white stallion! Yeah, Some of the photos I found while trolling the internet were so awkward that I cannot even describe them. They made me weep hot tears of teen shame, retroactively break out with pizza-face zits, slap a blue face mask on said zits (to no fucking avail, people), make my own HIDEOUS pink prom dress out of a PERFECTLY suitable vintage gown given to me by my older, sexually experienced friend who works at a kooky record store, plan to go to said prom with my ambiguously gay besty (and Super Number One Otis Redding Fan) because the 'hot' and hare-lipped (yes, I said it. Deal. Andrew McCarthy is fucking hare-lipped or I'll be a monkey's uncle) rich guy couldn't get up the cojones to ask me- a poor red haired waif from the wrong side of the tracks with pale, pale skin and a shit load of Psychedelic Furs records. LITERALLY! This all happened! Just now when I clicked on a photo of a girl going to a CLOWN THEMED PROM. I can still smell the Noxema.

WHO was responsible for the planning of a PROM CIRCUS? Fess up and let justice reign.