The wheels on the insanity bus go round and round...
(deranged, barely discernible singing) The wheels on the bus go round and round...~
This is the diary of an upcoming fashion designer during the stages of her emergence beyond obscurity. If they end up commissioning me to make, like, forty thousand dresses in a night, I'm probably going to go all-out crazy.
A giddying dose of recognition
Oh goodness. Ice cream social golf! Ehehehehehe. Aw, I lost again. Ehe. Ehe. I know it's bad, but - ooh! Shiny!
Propelled forward into the depths of fame
I have all the things! And people to do stuff for me! Now I must sew! And cut! And sew! Sew magical! Sew cute! Don'tcha just love these terrible puns? Don'tcha wish your girlfriend was hawt like me? Rar. EHEE-MAIL.
Rar rar rar, ra ra rara rarar rarara; rarara ra ara rara.
Arar arar rrarar arrrra rararara Rara Kurofuto.
Ra arara ara ar rah rararupushi rar aar ara ararar.
Wait a second; I'm actually leaving this time?
But I thought I was just-
They wrote me a tribute song? Oh, I think I'm gonna cry.
- Without you, I'm just a cake
- Because you're a work of art in itself
- And there'll be no torte to commit that tort
- So on behalf of all of us, I'd like to say
- You were so fashionable
- And I'M SO CURIOUS! (point) (point)
I never told that Mavis she could ship my designs to Japan and Korea.
ララララララ; ララララ, ラララララル。
랄랄랄라라라라, 라라랄랄. 랄라라라라...
I like boats (NB: not boars. Boats.)
You're not gonna stop me now, May Viss. Vay Miss. Miss Vay. I tried getting to that rather cake-shaped hunk of a building, the cafe, but no-one was there because everyone was out racing dem boars- uh, boats. So I decided to join them.
Oh, thank goodness. She's finally taking the bus.
I TOLD YOU, IT'S A VAN! When will you ever learn, dookface?
So it seems I'm not becoming famous after all. Oh well. Rarsies!