so im creating this one, with an added inquiry. Im wearing a newly aquired pair of jeans. blue jeans. a rarity for me. in fact ive never really owned such a pair, plain jane ole blue jeans. they've never fit my flat ass very well but these seem to do ok. in fact i dig em a lot. black tee shirt crimson paisly-esq 60s Sears "Perma Press" button up shirt, unbuttoned. ankle/biker boots commando navy socks id LIKE to be wearing mrs waffles at the moment but that will probably change in a few. |
long black crinkly skirt. red lambswool sweater with bell sleeves. brown boots with heels that i only wear for interviews. i need to find some long socks, so i don't have to wear tights. |
old shirt new socks new boxer/briefs no shoes brown greek fisherman's cap worn backwards so it looks like a beret and ww2 glider corp wings pinned to it a cat's-eye ring on my right hand which was my grandmother's engagement present to my grandfather in 1934 i have decided that i need a new carry-all pouch for my chair. |
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"Let's do the time warp again." |
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I would like to be wearing my pajamas, which consist of light cotton pants and my pirate flag shirt that I got at the pirate museum in Provincetown, MA. |
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wish I was wearing: Brad Pitt. |
mm hmm i see how it is...... |
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I'd rather be home wearing my comfy pants commando style (They are these like fully cotton, loose drawstring pants, the most comfortable lounge wear.) and a loose shirt. However I'm going home now so I can fix that. As for what else I'd like to be wearing... My ex, but thats a story that has been told, and will not be told again. |
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i am wearing canary yellow sleep gear - little shorts with matching tank top, both with girlie stitching trim. i wish i was wearing my size six jeans. i think it was 70 degrees here today, or thereabouts. this made me happy. |
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white tee shirt Black thriftstore slacks, gray socks, low cut shit kickers. Id like to be wearing my black calvin tee shirt and back in bed with the mrs. watching the sunrise through my bedroom. |
my wardrobe hasn't changed much since yesterday, except now i'm wearing a ratty, baggy old sweatshirt with "rhode island" written across the chest in a low arc. the ends of the sleeves became so stretched out from years of being rolled up that they lost the ability to stay up around my elbow. the sleeves were too long, so i cut the ends off with scissors so they'd stop at my wrist. now they just sort hang there like sleeves on a wizard's robe. i'd like to be wearing a blues t-shirt. i found a place that sells them online. i'm going to start with the texas dudes: blind lemon jefferson, lightnin' hopkins, and t-bone walker. from their i'll play it by ear. |
I'd like to be wearing...oh, fuckit. |
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a blue button up shirt with white polka dotted like pattern. thriftstore. its actually a ladies shirt, which i found out after i bought it due to the weird button arrangement. a red cardigan that belonged to my grandfather, buttoned in the middle in a kurt cobain fashion black biker boots id like to be wearing a tee shirt and this cardigan still snuggled in my bed with all my "pussies"...........this morning was so hard to leave. i forgot to turn the heat on overnight, so it was chilly. both the kitties were on the bed, one under the covers, another on top, the mrs hitched to my back like a barnacle. the orange early morning sun blazzing in between the blinds. it was like we were in some embryonic fire. thats life. those are the days worth calling in sick |
I'd rather be wearing my black/purple silk polka dot skirt and the wierd black halter top thing I got last weekend. Considering its sunny for the first time in what feels like years, I should probably be wearing that and saying "fuck the shower, I'll do it tommorrow." |
id like to be wearing clothes that made me feel i had a semi interesting body. but its gloomy out this morning....so im gloomy as well. |
I'd like to be wearing something fun and imaginative which is probably too expensive for my closet. |
Anything but this. |
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I'd rather be wearing my pajamas and bath robe. |
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shoes and an old t shirt, but I am wearing work clothes, which are my Dr. School's "brown" shoes, olive grey khakis and a cream colored short sleeve button up shirt. Ok it's not that bad but I still had to match colors, which is one step too many in my book. |
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boy pants fuzzy-spider-web-print shirt [fuzzy print, not fuzzy shirt, sadly] from the store i said i would never go into again. i am so weak. |
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why did you say you would never go into that store? which store? |
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but i won't say it please don't be offended |
And I changed, so I'm wearing black silk pants (i.e. my pajamas) and a tank top. |
if it ain't cotton or ain't dem worsted wool Evon Picones....I dun't wear em. |
id like to be wearing love. |
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I'm pretty happy with what I'm wearing right now, actually. |
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oh, the one in Royal Oak? |
i love royal oak |
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is it Mitzelfeld's? haha just kidding. |
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btw, did you read The Virgin Suicides? it takes place in Wayne country. lots of michigan references. in fact, i think it may even be in Grosse Pointe or between Grosse Pointe and St. Claire, though the author never says exactly. you should read it, so should sem. other than the morbidity of the subject matter, it's rather funny. is it true they made a movie out of the book? |
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cameo in Star Wars Episode I. So did E. T. This next one will have N'Sync as Jedis. What's next, editing out Carrie Fisher and sticking in Britney Spears? |
sorry sem. sophia coppola's virgin suicides is a great movie. really great. |
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"and to prove his love for her, he jumped off the roof." and shows a clip "i love her" jumping into a bush and walking away. parfait. |
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denim jacket. red hooded zip-front sweater, with various buttons. disco fever long sleeve tee, black. levis 555s, indigo. black low top converse with blue sparkly laces. black and white rose and net print tank top with matching thong. |
listening to the story on NPR about the fad you started made me think that you're probably on to something less, you know... played out. you've hung up your needles and canceled your weekly stitch and bitch, and moved on to I DON'T KNOW? that's the problem. i don't have your insight. psychic, maybe, but not into the realms of fashionability. i bet you don't even try. i bet you're one of those people who just does things because you're living along and then everyone else sees what you're doing and starts to copy you. yesterday, i saw this patch of black ice and thought i'd find out what would happen if accelerated over it. hey! we don't get much black ice down here. of course, my rear tires swung one way and i went sideways into on coming traffic! regained control, though! you might say I SAW IT COMING. but that is events. things that happen to me. danger. i can't pick out the fads. |
and it's grammas what is the trend-setters, like see |
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anybody want a free shirt? |
shit droop can you imagine anyone here REALLY wearing such a thing? i heard that NPR bit. the thought of nate wanking feverishly polluted my head. then i made a salad. |
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for my birthday my friend angela* knitted or crochet'd for me the most gorgeous scarf, made out of chenille spun yarn or something. *every* time i wear it, someone comes up to me and comments on how gorgeous it is and where did i get it. total strangers approach me in grocery stores and movie theaters. i swear that only happens with hand-crafted items made with love. same thing happens whenever i wear this necklace given to me by my friend jennifer** who made it from awkwardly-cut purple and blue and silver stones. every time someone will comment on it or ask me about it. my gram taught me how to knit when i was 8 or 9, but i haven't thought of trying it again, but it might be fun. the problem is that it requires sitting. |
Oh--overalls that are too big for me, a grey heather long sleeved shirt thing, and orange sandals with little frngy stuff on them. |
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Olive cargo pants. Green hair. Headache. Grimace. I'd like to be wearing a lighbulb on my head. Well, floating above it and turned on. |
but it might be good if you stood on the tongue of a giant nocturnal predator. something that eats things that have mating mechanisms that trigger things that look like people with lightbulbs floating above their heads. turned on. good for the giant nocturnal predator, anyway. you need to come up with a way to benefit from living in the mouth of a giant nocturnal predator. symbiosis. perhaps you could find a giant nocturnal predator who had a couch like protrusion extending from the inside of its jaw, very comfortable, with glands that produce caffinated beverages, hamburgers, pizza, sushi, porterhouse steaks perfectly panfried so as to be cool and bloody in the middle, whiskey, beer-- plus, in the back of its throat, a giant widescreen tv controled by a wireless keyboard and pointing device and fed by a megabandwidth connection to multiple networks including those that provide endless highquality pornography, american football, nature shows and indie films. occasionally you'd be required to turn on your "head light" and stand at the tip of this creature's tongue. probably as it flitted above the countryside on leathery wings in search of this, prey-- whatever it would be, that which is attracted to you and your floating lightbulb. of course, upon the ground you would find me. me, naked body painted with feces and blood. gripping my spear and leading my army of spear wielding monkey soldiers. not like no planet of the apes monkey soldiers, either, but giant white monkeys! white monkeys painted with their own designs in shit and blood and cum. and the spears, no ordinairy spears, no! but spears secretly blessed by great monkey priests! spears with magical qualites and singular purpose! our great nocturnal hunt to bring down this... beast! this flying, sucking, tbone inhabited BEAST! you are the fucking enemy, man. you and your fucking floating lightbulb kind! |
Of course you damn dirty monkeys have to go slather yourselves up in your own wastes and juices and kill our homes... leaving us homeless... shattered dreams and shattered bulbs... Shivering and gasping in the cold, dark world of substandard steak, weak coffee, and shitty bandwidth... |
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He sees, woman you wanted to sleep with and it gives him enough reason to actually read the post... Not quite sure about the Monkey Spear soldiers drapped in their own feces and man sauce, I figured it would be something more like Automatic Rifle Monkeys, who hunt the light bulb breed of people because well its the cheapest source of high quality lightbulbs. I just don't see White-shitcovered-spear monkeys needing a lightbulb very bad. |
crackpots. nate said in a post last week he had a dream he slept with my wife. |
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* * * i went to the bike club with cassandra, joe and joel on wednesday. c and i are fixing up and old blue girly schwinn for me to ride. i need to get some steel wool tonight to scrub at the rear wheel which is covered with rust. i walked over to the ccc with the wheel looking for a tube... they didn't have any 26" tubes so they gave me a rimliner for free. and plugged that they needed volunteers of any bicycle knowledge. they'd train. on my way back i found a GAP scarf in the street. just needs a good washing and then it'll be wearable. no holes. i found out last night that i'll need to wear a uniform to work come march. bad sign. i'm gonna start job hunting a week from monday. i'd start looking next week, but i have so much to do. my cousin broke up with her fiance and bought a house, so there's a housewarming on sunday, tuesday i've got radical art girls, wednesday i have a pdx zine symposium meeting, thursday is my birthday (happy 20 to me) and so i'm going to have friends over for a cake making party, saturday i've supposedly got practice for the soul band but i think i'm going to bow out of that particular band. i haven't met anyone yet but i'd be real nervous being the only girl, youngest by at least eight years, and the guy i've talked to is a "professional singer" and sounds a bit like a jerk-off. bah. * * * my dad's old eddie bauer sweatshirt that i snagged when i was fourteen (navy blue), grey dance pants, pink tank top, white underwire and bikini. and gigantic powder blue slippers that ollie the puppy enjoys stealing. i wish i were wearing neato socks but all mine are in the dirty laundry. i should start a load. |
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Today I'm wearing purple pants and a grey shirt type thing. |
i am wearing clothes. they are the clothes i wanted to wear. |
i thought this was excellent. |
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All species of cat have barbed penes. Furthermore, dolphins have prehensile penes. Now THAT's neat. |
I can't find my cat. |
very dark green shirt. I just got back from a date. On the subject of penii, the friend of the girl I was out with (doubledate I think) was talking about the movie Jeepers Creepers and said "That movie was so bad it grew me a dick so it could suck it." |
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gray flannel pants, red srtiped shirt, green sweatshirt, orange and blue fleece socks. |
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I'd like to be wearing a size 8 ass. Like Halle Berry's. But then again/my boobs are pretty fabulous. And I prolly wdn't have 36C boobs w/a size 8 ass. (Thanx again for the Calendar, Czarina.) |
Tee shirt, old Levi's and some very scary hair. |
levi's clogs a cold birthday frown i'd rather be wearing a smile from knowing people actually cared. my birthday. would it be best to: (a) bake a cake (b) go to a videogame arcade (c) forget that i actually have a birthday right now (c) feels like the best option. |
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today im wearing jeans, biker boots, a white tee underneath a brown long sleeve sweater. its chilly hear man and the wind is brutal. id like to be wearing my leopard print sheets, comforter and that pink chicken i married. |
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i walked down to scrap (about a mile and a quarter walk and got a big box filled with fabric, foam, oatmeal containers and books for $1.50, which was the exact amout of change i had in my pocket. i was wished a scrappy birthday before i walked home. it is still raining but i feel alot bettr now that i've had a decent walk. for my walk, i wore (outside to inside): black hand-knit scarf flute in sling case] messenger bag denim jacket red hooded sweater with 14 buttons low top black converse with blue sparkle laces levi's rock star long sleeve tee bluebird and palmtree socks etc. maybe i'll go get some food. i haven't eaten yet. or....? thanks for the birthday wishes. |
Do all of the above. Scrap is cool, Mavis used to work there. eat some beans! Play a lot of pinball! |
overalls, a black long sleeved shirt, no shoes, because they broke outside the post office today, and a big grey sweater with dark grey stuff on the edges. |
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Down to just Tee shirt and panties. |
in fact, im shooting slides this weekend for a special valentines day panty and tee set nico designed with this local artist/painter guy. basically his innuendo artwork on the crotch and chest. This guy has connections and the Hustler store has already ordered a shitload. Slutty. Im wearing navy levis, white tee, sears "mensstore" shortsleeve vintage button up with peach and white pattern, navy socks, low cut shitkickers. |
Lost my Gallbladder today. I home and sleeping in. Since I am more free to express my self. Being home and all that. FUCK!!! God that felt good. Good night to all you in Sorabjiland. |
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(teeheehee) last night i wore a gorilla suit over my leotard and jeans and hung out in a bar with a bunch of clowns. no joke. i walked over four miles on thursday, exploring north pdx by myself. i came home and read for a long time (found some good books at the library over by jefferson high) and my roomies tried to surprise me with a cake. joe told me though so i had to pretend like they were cooking oatmeal. it was very good and i had another slice in the morning before going to work. it was snowing earlier this afternoon and it's supposed to snow again tonight. i hope it'll wait 'til the wee hours because i have a rag meeting in se and then there's an all-night dance party at gracies. ise busy. |
But, now I'm back at work. A more apt description would be my physical body is at work. The rest of me is somewhere else. I'll probably fall asleep staring at this screen. At least I'm not having any pain. |
hot pink/black ringer shirt with Super Grover on it lavender bra red/orange/pink/lavender/turquoise panties (can I just say for a moment how excited I am about the Victoria's Secret PINK line, not becuase they are pretty, but because they have the THIN elastic band on the waist) socks with monkeys and bananas on them Fossil watch with Blue face silver rings on both hands the only thing that i'd rather be wearing is a fanny pack filled with 50 dollar bills. Speaking of VS, I just got the catalog and there is a picture of Tyra Banks (it is her right?) Anyway, the bra she is wearing is holding her breasts in such a way that her cleavage looks like its about 1/2" across and 1.5" down and casts a shadow so dark, you can't see her sternum area so it just looks like a deep hole going into her chest. It's freaky. |
glasses white wife-beater mint green long-sleeved v-neck cotton shirt grey sweatshirt zip hoodie cotton pajama bottoms with rubber ducks and soap bubbles on them navy blue VS bra pink Nordstrom knickers white cotton socks with periwinkle bobbles on the heel ....in other words, my pajamas. I haven't gotten dressed today. Ah, unemployment. |
i had a big, epic dream last night. you were in it. there was a skating rink, i got kicked out for breaking the rules. you were still inside and it caused me a lot of anxiety. that's about all i remember. |
Why were you worried? Was I going to get my ass kicked on the rink? |
i was supposed to get you to some place and i was worried that i couldn't and you'd be disappointed. |
oh my god, i just remember my infamous spider kissing dream. nico says zellwegger looks like a tard with the puffy cheeks. i think shes a super cutie too. |
Also in the VS catalogue, pink camoflage skirt. I don't like fatigues much anyway, but the kind you get from the Army/Navy surplus stores are fine, but all this pink shit...unless we're planning to invade Candyland, what's the point? |
Black DefCon tshirt Gray Jersey boxers A large quantity of cat hair. (took Blur to the vet today. Eye infection.) I'd like to be wearing some softer, warmer clothes. |
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I'm wearing: *the same socks (sssshhh) *purple corduroy pants *black T-shirt with a logo that's hard to explain -- imagine the Monopoly man (see)...the little men are in that style. We've got a little man throwing money in the air, a little worried cowboy man, a little man crying in a classroom, and a little man at his office desk talking on the phone. On the back it says, "PRINT: america's graphic design magazine" *a foul odor -- I mowed my lawn this morning, and I still haven't taken a shower. Hee! |
I'm wearing cargo-esq pants with a few pockets and many zippers most of which I ignore. It also has a strange, but not too tacky subtle flower pattern on the left leg. a grayish green shirt that's about 10 years old blue-yellow-purple-turquoise panties black VS bra watch and rings from yesterday Sem's playing video games. I had him bring the X-Box so he could entertain himself while I do work. He's wearing a green teeshirt from some kind of anthro conference blue jeans white socks that are wearing out in the toes green-grey-blue striped boxer briefs that I bought him from the GAP We're going on a picnic soon. First, I go buy myself a new bag-purse thing. My messenger bag is too bulky and my little purse is too small for a novel and a journal. |
I'm now wearing: *vivid purplish-blue t-shirt with "Peace" written on it in Arabic, Hebrew, and English *grey hoodie *jeans *skin-colored bra *black knickers *socks that match my t-shirt exactly and have orange/white cats' heads on them and heel bobbles in orange fluff with google eyes (from Target -- you get the best socks there) *a pleasant odor, courtesy of my L'Occitane honey shampoo/shower soap. |
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how sad it must be to have to imagine that imaginary homosexuals on the internet desire you to compensate for the obvious reality of your life. and how sad it must be to be a middle-aged adult stuck with a preadolescent level of repartee. |
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what is Beltane? can't you see spunk uncovering the repressed nudist within and taking this, like his politics, to an extreme? |
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We did have a blast this weekend. It was a lot of fun. A nice break from reality, and a very long party. Amazingly enough though, through all of that partying, I never got drunk. It was cool, but just not typically like me. |
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but congratulating kebron for "all the luck" is boorish and rude. if you aren't yet completely reptilian, you may eventually realize that you should apologize. save yourself the obvious effort that you put into recycling the weak attempts at insulting me and see if you can guess why and to whom. good luck. by the way, have you still not acquainted yourself with either a) strip clubs, which cater in part to those possessing your obvious social impediments, are plentiful in london, where you claim to live, and are easily affordable to "rich" guys, but serve those of all demographics or b) aol or msn chat, which support many playgrounds for debates on the level that you prefer and are also quite accessible to anyone? also, if the discourse gets to be too much for you, stick to the watcher's personal complaint thread. i have the respect to leave that alone, and you should be able to keep up with everything that goes on there. |
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nor do i have threads, so you can't "fuck up" "my threads." i just leave certain threads alone. it's not my toes you step on and it's not me you offend most. you're really not catching on. |
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Spunky getting nekkid at a pagan festival. Will wonders never cease? I'll have to ask my friends J and J if they went to Beltane. It would be so freaky if you actaully met them! |
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