Red Hel.

I just can't seem to stop. I tell myself it's because I'm still replacing Those Who Were Lost, but really, it's just me, as usual, wanting new shit.
Yes yes, I bought more jewelry. Big surprise.
I'm currently taking applications for someone to accompany me to see Michael Monroe at the Highline Ballroom on May 9th.
I have this lofty aspiration that I'll somehow get him to sign his portrait and I'll be able to run, gasping and clutching myself into the capable hands of Joy who will raise one eyebrow and say "Oh, I seeee."
And so, with ink to skin shall we commit his hand to his likeness, and all creatures be silent, in reverence to Him who shall hereafter be known as, Sir Michael.
Oh, a girl can dream.