What terrible news. Kim Jong Il passed away. I can’t believe it. He looked so good only a few days ago. Just last week we were coming out of a restaurant in Pyongyang. He stepped over a beggar who said he hadn’t had any food in days. Kim shot back his same old joke line, ‘don’t worry … it still tastes the same’. I mean he’s always a lot of fun to go out with. Well … WAS. Seriously, how was I to know that it was the last time I’d wave goodbye?
Such a shock. Looks like I’ll be going to a funeral. But you know, there’s really only one thing to do. Yeah … buy a new outfit. That always makes me feel better.
So I bought a new skirt from CIA and paired it with that periwinkle blouse I picked up at Meena. Found some pretty fuscia tights courtesy of Mon Tissu. Alice Project mesh hair. Insolence mesh boots. Cosmetics from Mock as usual. Hmmmm, might be a bit bright for a funeral. But I’m sure Jongy would have wanted it this way.
Oh no. I should have guessed it … Red… everywhere !!! I’m so clashing. *pout* This is THE worst funeral ever.