This came out looking way more Symbolic and Portentous than I intended. What you up to, subconscious? I am obsessed with those little 25 cent toy-vending machines. To the point that they feature prominently in my dreams at least a few times a month.
I never had an ID, mostly because I virtually have no pictures of me out of costume. Here, I was missing a costume for a con, so I borrowed things here and there and dressed as a poor excuse for a lolita. But! It was fun, and I got pictures of almost me.