Fitful sleep. No real rest. I get up late. Don't feel my best. Drag on my bathrobe. Bleary eyes. Then look down, In surprise. It's PINK! OMG! Pink? What IS this? I rush into my bedroom. Throw open the closet door. When I see what's inside. I almost drop to the floor. It's all pink. Omg! What am I going to wear? MY shirts! My cargos! My beanies! THEY ARE ALL BLOODY PINK! My favorite Slayer shirt is frilly. My gloves they all look silly. My combat boots! What is this? High heel glam shoes? With spritz? How am I going to leave the house? I can't just hide like some mouse. Maybe I should call in sick? Better think of something quick. I'm overwhelmed I can barely think. I think I need a drink. I stagger to the sink. OMG! Even my gin has turned to pink I try to stomp out through the door. But the high heels just click on the floor. As I teeter down the stairs. I know that no one cares. That I'm dressed like a Barbie clown. As I head across the town. I can't even pull off a good frown. OH! Who did this to me? WHY did you want to see. This pink all over me? This is really hard. I'll have to turn in My goth card. Then I'm stunned and cannot think. Good god! Even my car is pink!
