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At Convergence 13, there was a lady I would cross paths with who would cheerily call me Miss Cupcake. When we finally got a chance to chat, it turned out that she had no idea who I was. ("Wait, you're the Gothic Charm School lady? Oh my god! I love your site! I ... thought you'd be taller ... more matronly.") It was just that my wardrobe of black and pink and stripy (and fluffy petticoats) made her irresistibly think of cupcakes.
On the way home from Portland, I thought about it. I had been described as a pink & black frosted goth cupcake by other people for years. My favorite perfumes smelled of chocolate and frosting. And it was true, I was very fond of cupcakes. The LJ name change seemed like an obvious thing to do.
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Sleep was once again defective last night, with taking a loooooong time to fall asleep, and then waking up multiple times throughout the night. Dear Body Clock, I know I am somewhat nocturnal, but I'm trying to keep a vaguely daywalker schedule for the job hunt, okay?
My brain also gave me another dream about being at Disneyland, woe. While I would love to go to Bats' Day in May, it's just not feasible. Just because a trip would count as a tax-deductible business expense (and it would, because I'd be doing a lot of GCS promotion and research) does not mean that there is room in the budget to take the trip. Again, woe! I miss the Haunted Mansion.
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Speaking of travel expenses, I need to decide what the hell I'm going to do about Norwescon. I'm a guest, yay!, and I'm thinking of getting a hotel room for Friday and Saturday, so I have someplace to retreat to when needed, and so the Stroppy One doesn't have to drive me back and forth to SeaTac. The only problem is that the con block at the hotel is sold out, so now it's $159 a night. Ugh.
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Today is for writing and hair dye. Not for sewing another skirt. No. No matter what the D.I.Y. part of my brain is clamoring for.
At Convergence 13, there was a lady I would cross paths with who would cheerily call me Miss Cupcake. When we finally got a chance to chat, it turned out that she had no idea who I was. ("Wait, you're the Gothic Charm School lady? Oh my god! I love your site! I ... thought you'd be taller ... more matronly.") It was just that my wardrobe of black and pink and stripy (and fluffy petticoats) made her irresistibly think of cupcakes.
On the way home from Portland, I thought about it. I had been described as a pink & black frosted goth cupcake by other people for years. My favorite perfumes smelled of chocolate and frosting. And it was true, I was very fond of cupcakes. The LJ name change seemed like an obvious thing to do.
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Sleep was once again defective last night, with taking a loooooong time to fall asleep, and then waking up multiple times throughout the night. Dear Body Clock, I know I am somewhat nocturnal, but I'm trying to keep a vaguely daywalker schedule for the job hunt, okay?
My brain also gave me another dream about being at Disneyland, woe. While I would love to go to Bats' Day in May, it's just not feasible. Just because a trip would count as a tax-deductible business expense (and it would, because I'd be doing a lot of GCS promotion and research) does not mean that there is room in the budget to take the trip. Again, woe! I miss the Haunted Mansion.
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Speaking of travel expenses, I need to decide what the hell I'm going to do about Norwescon. I'm a guest, yay!, and I'm thinking of getting a hotel room for Friday and Saturday, so I have someplace to retreat to when needed, and so the Stroppy One doesn't have to drive me back and forth to SeaTac. The only problem is that the con block at the hotel is sold out, so now it's $159 a night. Ugh.
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Today is for writing and hair dye. Not for sewing another skirt. No. No matter what the D.I.Y. part of my brain is clamoring for.
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