Metal Mummy

I Leave Facebook Alone for 5 Minutes…. And I’ve been made into a cheerleading Sleeping Beauty. Oh God.

First, for one lovely friend’s birthday I’ve been told I have to dress up as a cheerleader. Honestly. Me?! A cheerleader?! It’s enough to make me gag. I may have to get horrendously drunk for this one. Or maybe I could be a cheerleader hiding in a sack?

Give me a “S” Give me “A” Give me a “C” Give me a “K”

Secondly, and bear in mind the fact I was NOWHERE NEAR MY STATUS AND DID NOT AGREE TO THIS, but I’ve now been made to dress up as a bloody princess for my other lovely friend’s birthday. Honestly. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think they were trying to torture me. They have me down as Sleeping Beauty. Are they trying to say I like my sleep? I do. That’s not the point. But really? Their first idea was Snow White, but said I couldn’t because my hair is too long and would need it cut. I can deal with snow white. At least she’s half cool. Can’t I be a Snow White in need of a hair cut? I’m sure Snow White had split ends at some point. You know, before the whole dwarf saga.

But no. I’m pigging Sleeping Beauty. With pom poms.

Kill. Me. Now.