black denim shorts. plain black pocket t shirt. argyle socks (black/grey), HD boots. too much jewelry. ...and this friggin albatross... heh.

"Reggae on da Rez" t-shirt. dirt stained jeans. boot socks and hiking shoes. 4 earrings and a watch.

Pajamas. I haven't gotten out of them in 36 hours.

orange tank top. black hooded sweatshirt. gray sweatpants. socks with a hole in one toe just large enough to be irritating.

black ribbed armani sweater (gasp! i know the mrs gave it to me), grey cords (here's the coutre balance), black ankle boots, black rimmed glasses, black beanie its the dock worker look, or pretentious artfag photographer look, eitherway

fur-trimmed black sweater, black leggings, black boots, rhinestone dagger earrings & a silver ring on each finger.

A "Things Go Better With Satan" T-shirt. Faded jeans. Black boots. Last night I was wearing leather, but that's a different story.

Flannel-lined cargo pants Green Boxers Old socks My rockin' new shoes that look weird because they're the shape of my feet. Old white beat-to-hell stretched-out white tshirt Green wool trencoat liner. Contents of my pockets: Wallet Green Handspring Visor Foldable keyboard for said Visor Set of lockpicks Red hankerchief ChapStick (origional flavor) Keys Leatherman Wave Shit, now that I write that out, is seems like a lot. I guess I do have something in every pocket.

hey you my wife got an offer from Dillards corp to move to little rock...to be the head sweater designer...the money is good, especially for the little rock market, we could live like kings,buy a house everything but god damn, it's little rock... i bet the pot sucks there too.... i'm firmly against mocing to little rock, but the thought was considered for a few days, i told the mrs. i knew at least one person outthataway

Light yellow shirt with collar buttons, Red & beige Cocktail tie (flowers are beige, background is red), black light wool suit pants with the tiniest hint of pinstripes, black Florsheim ComfortTech shoes.

LR is a weirdass city. there are actually things i dig about it, but then again, i lived there for a long time. i have certain cool memories of that city, almost all of them hopelessly sleazy. LR's got a lot of problems w/ gang violence. there are parts of it that are really run-down & fucked up. however, there are little things i like about it. my best friend lives down there & won't move for any reason. she lives near some of the shittiest parts of the city & just won't move out. she digs it there. there are really rich areas & there are dirt-poor areas. it's a weird mix. it's urban, but you can escape to the county w/ a fairly short drive. i don't know about the pot down there. i'm not a pot person, really. haven't smoked LR weed since the '70s, i think. little rock's not bad. more urban than you'd think. but if you're coming from a MAJOR urban area, which you are, y'all might get bored really fast.

green, blue, grey and white horozontally striped pajama drawstring boxer shorts. green pajama t-shirt. where did i put that straightjacket?

i suspect its a lot like raleigh, minus the extreme white suburban element which finds itself in Raleigh. more like raleigh in size available culture. i bet downtown is really sleepy after 5 and nightlife is limited to sporadic spots...

Going to shower. Going to dress. Going to go outside. Going to be human.

black clingy pants with a draw string, lime green v-necked nylon shirt i picked up in a vintage shop, brown leather doc marten sandals, brown suedey leather vintage jacket, amber stone linked necklace, amber in my ears, too much jewlery too (yingyang) and a red wig tossed on the floor... call it a cross between artfag and pretentious fruitcake.

If it would help your wife Patrick,you should do it,she wants to get somewhere in her career.I'm wearing pink p.j. top and mathching short bottoms,embroiderd(?)roses on them,and my wedding ring.I'm still sick.

I'm wearing (after my shower), purple cords, a maroon shirt, a chocker (silk ribbon and a locket), my grandfather's watch, four earrings, wedding rings which don't belong to me, my pinky ring that I wear everywhere, my hair in two plaits.

shit. it's 10 hours later and i'm wearing the same thing. well, not the same 'thing', but the 'same' thing. y'know? as in different clothes, but it came out the same. except the boots, theyre the same, and i'm not wearing any socks. damn.

white nike walkers ($7.07 with clearance and my discount) with blue rainbow laces (2 pr for $1.49). white mens sport socks with red toe seam. mens american eagle jeans, fraying at my left knee. superman baby tee. eddie bauer canoe paddle sweatshirt. sideout baby blue glitter watch (it glows in the dark!). stainless chain with a sterling sixteenth note pendant. small silvery hoops. contacts.

J, my wife is just as spooked about moving to Little Rock as i am. It's tempting to her only because they might actually respect her there, but the reality of it is we would not fare well, i would not be happy and how good is that for the relationship on the whole. I accepted to move out here with her, but i draw the line at small to mid size mid west towns that have reps for being ultrascaryredneck

Probably a wise choice, Patrick. She's gotten several offers in the past few months, hasn't she?

well, sorta...this is the most promising offer, as far as job, money and position...the others havent panned out for one reason or another....

pinstripe pants (black with white stripe), black socks and shoes, white rib t-shirt, black dress jacket, oval onyx ring, silver and black watch, silver dolphin bracelet, heart shaped locket, 5 silver hoop earings. i gotta buy clothes i gotta buy clothes with colour

You sound like your styling to me Moonit.I tend to wear alot of black and white,it's just so much easier to mix and match,throw in a little gray,a little pink,it's all good.I look the best for my coloring in peach and pink,what about y'all?

Moonit, I recently branched out into colour. Stupid idea. You're sylin' as is.

for a long time my entire wardrobe was blue. blue jeans, blue shirts, blue skirts, blue socks, blue shoes...then i got some black and white things and stopped wearing t-shirts for a year. now i even have red and yellow in my wardrobe. at work i'm becoming known for my wacky shoes. someone else in the department came to work wearing tiger-striped fuzzy maryjanes and showed them to the girl in cosmetics. "omigosh, you're turning into lauren!"

My wardrobe was black until a few weeks ago. Geek boy says he likes me in colours.

i used to have the blue and black bruise thing happening. I havent bought clothes for ages. I tried to buy clothes tonight but I sucked at it. The lime green top I wanted my mum said would look horrible so I didnt get it. i should of bought the damn thing anyway. its hard to buy clothes when you are in between sizes

yes, it is.

pfft. everything i own is black, dark green, or burgundy (maroon). i like it that way. those ARE colors. tho i've been heading towards olive and brown...

I'm wearing and feeling the black and blue bruise thing. I'm looking it cos my green shirt fell apart since the last wash. I'm feeling it cos of what I might say in another thread if I can find one where it wd be relevant, it's not worth starting a new thread. The cause of the "hell hell hell hell hell" and the mixtape confusion and all that. The mixtape might get done this weekend. It might get used by the time I'm 30.

I've always been into dark colors. A majority of my wardrobe is black, olive green, brown. Since I moved to Richmond, I've started wearing brighter colors. I wear red a lot now. Lime green is another favorite. (Lime green clothing and red hair is a kick!) I've gotten more daring lately. i don't know. I think clothing is an important aspect of self-expression. When I was in Catholic school and forced to wear the same thing as everyone else, I was miserable. Now I look like a rummage sale that threw up. And I'm happy as hell... And I gotz style.

I'm not happy unless I'm wearing green... My clothes range from green to olive to brown. I have a few exceptions, like a dark blue, here or there... Some black... But red? Forget about it. Yellow? unlikely.

That's what I mean about colours...purple and maroon yesterday, for example. Today I'm in black, the colours were sort of not appropriate. I dodn't mourn for months, but I feel wierd about wearing colours so soon, since I already feel odd the them....I've been wearing my rust pants a lot lately too, I like them.

a tight, white t-shirt that taunts all the gay men in my office with nipplage...semi tight blue levis, these are the kind that havee invaded hipster second hand stores...you know the jeans they took dyed them, and resold them....and my sneaks...my $20-kmart-i-really-should-get-some-new-ones-god-damn-they-stink sneaks black dorkfuck glasses....and a red A on my forhead

I was all set to get out of the city today to spend the weekend in the woods with some friends, but then work called. (I work in a stuffy Public Relations firm in the Twin Cities). Rather then let them beat me, I decided to come to work in the clothes I had already tossed on for the woods weekend. A well worn pair of Carhartt overalls that have a huge hole in one thigh where a chainsawing incident almost made me an amputee, a funky old lambswool sweater and a big ol' pair of hiking boots. Much like Patrick, my co-workers are all really impressed.

currently wearing extra long 555s and a black "lone ranger" t-shirt that someone tried to buy off me when i was exploring saturday market last year.

patrick goddam-it anyway, stretchy-silvery skirt with some crap on the bottom edge white man-shirt over a black shirt porcupine quill

wha... what? what'd i do?

today: Olive dress shirt Grey/olive dress pants Circuitboard tie (Addiction) Tiny glasses My wierd-shaped shoes.

*Dark grey cardigan sweater. *White wife-beater underneath. *These plain cotton olive pants with rhinestones sewed on the sides that were originally $88 but were on sale for $10, and you know they're not worth more than $5. *Black suede slip-on shoes (you know, the kind that don't have backs) and the suede is sewed into a harlequin pattern. I love them. They're Simple, so the toe is wider than the rest of the shoe for a duck-foot affect. *Small rhinestone earrings. *A silver ring with a square green iolite(?) stone on my wedding ring finger. *A blue stamp on my right hand from the 9:30 Club, where I saw Elliott Smith last night. *A half-concealed smile.

patrick the red a just don't get all crazy or do, what do i know

on my deck, in the woods, in the dark. Hanes, that's all. No neighbors, and the deer don't care. A big white guy in white underwear in the black night. Stars are out. oh, and a grin.

*smile* I'm wearing black, still, but a different shirt, it's a little chilly out.

I'm wearing sweats, tennis shoes and a T-shirt. Nothing exciting. But my kid is wearing go-go boots, black fishnet hose, silver glitter nail polish, vinyl hot pants, fuchsia lipstick, a beaded belly chain and a babydoll tee. Whatever am I going to do with him?

Put him on the catwalk!!!! He can't be too shy if he goes around like that out there.I've been around drag queens since I was a kid,and some like to look butch when they aren't in drag,some just should have been born a woman.I suspect he falls in the latter.I just think it's cool that he/she can be his/her self,and that you are so good and opened minded.

Wow, yes, put him on the catwalk, Pilate. He sounds great. I wish I could meet him. He's welcome in Vermont and California anytime, since it looks like I'll officially be spending time in both places. I'm fucking insane. Going back for two months.

It's kind of weird. The boy wears the most outrageous shit sometimes. When he's in drag he can pass for female. Most of the time, though, he wears masculine clothing. He just gets a wild hair sometimes and puts on totally bizarre outfits. This is all being encouraged by his best friend, a girl who's going to be living with us until Thanksgiving or so. She lends him makeup, wigs and dresses. He also has male clothes that are pretty damn strange, mostly goth stuff. I think that dressing like a total freak is almost a sexual kick for him. He just acts like a regular kid when he's wearing jeans and sweatshirts. But when he squeezes into a rubber skirt and puts on some lipstick he turns into a whole different person. It makes him bolder.....but also giddy, effeminate and distracted. I've discovered that he can't study worth a damn in drag. He's just too caught up in himself. Can't concentrate. The bizarre thing about it is that he'll often spend a lot of time getting an outfit together and then never step outside the house. He's too phobic. He really does it for private kicks. About the only time he'll go out dressed like that is if we take him to other towns. Then he'll gleefully get out and scare the hell out of the local citizens. He just doesn't like doing it on his own turf. I just wonder what Brendan's going to be like when he hits adulthood. If he ever does. He'll keep getting older physically but I don't know about the emotional factor. Like I've often said, the boy may end up living with me until he's fifty.

i'm wearing plaid cotton lounge pants and a ween t-shirt. A. is wearing plaid cotton lounge pants and a headboard t-shirt. i lit a fire in the living room and a fire in my mind.

Hrm. Interesting. Speaking of children, geek boy and I have spent the last three hours beating N64 games. Jesus. What's wrong with us? It's cool the kid dresses up, I know it may be a little freaky sometimes...but I think it's neat. He's probably got a good fashion sense by now...

black classic 1 pocket t ( i have 23 of 'em, no lie. all the same, basically...) cut-off cammies no socks, HD boots. stuck in the grunge years...

black velvet v-neck long sleeved shirt, black knit tank top, black satin jeans (so comfortable!), white socks, along with necklace, hoops, blue-faced modernish watch. my hair is tied back in a three-tiered ponytail with two silvery heart cutout clips. earlier i was wearing my "singe" airwalks, mens, black with flames....

A pink sarong with gold embossing. It's hot here. I just got out of the shower and it's the coolest I've felt in days. I don't want to put on clothes.

white t-shirt $4 for a pack of three at walmart. over the white t-shirt, a red long-sleeved button down cotton shirt of my grandfathers. levis bought at some thrift store. they come just above my ankles, that must be why they were so damn cheap. i see all of the "girls" wearing these type of jeans. i feel trendy or something. i'm pretty well hidden at work though. sandals 'cause my feet get hot. it's always hot at work, and i hate for my feet to be hot or cold.

Black dockers, well worn. Mens. Black tank, my hair's in a ponytail--Annie and I are doing some dancing. Later, I'm going out again with geek boy, so probaby blacks cords and my black silk shirt.

yea, isolde! i'm planning to hold a post-halloween party, partly so i can invite keith over. i've only seen him that one time at work since june. i'm trying to goad him into saying that he "wants" me, because he did last year and he's pretty shy. who cares about bear-baiting, i'm going boy-baiting. currently wearing an old "metropolitan youth symphony" t-shirt, dark blue levi's (i've entioned them before), sport socks and black ballet slippers. i need to change to something that's both nicer and less likely to aquire pet dander. i don't want the kitties to get a whiff of shakespeare.

olive green v-neck shirt and brownish plaid mens pants with a drawstring, barefoot..messy hair...cuz i just got back from being lost in new york city and im gonna sit back and relax now. i did however, wear my little red wig out, leather skirt, doc marten loafer shoey-shoes...black tights and once again...waaayy to much fucking jewlery. now if only these damn fungi monkeys would kick in...

I'm wearing a long sleeved black shirt, because it's cold and I'm done dancing, and black thick cords. Tasty.

what'll i wear tomorrow? i just keith out for coffee! i'll need to look nice! think blue sweater, striped t-shirt, standard jewels (minus watch), two rubberbands, jeans, a pair of my dad's black socks that i've been siping lately.

I want to be Death tonight. Death from Vertigo.

I'm wearing a sari.

I'm going as an out of work Y2K consultant. I have my "I survived Y2K" shirt on, plus ratty jeans. I don't think anybody will get it, but fuck em if they can't take a joke. I spent hours on my costume.

Excellent...I'm wearing normal clothing now, I can't hack Halloween this year.

Not a single fucking kid came to my door yet. Ah well, all the more "fun size" candies for me.

Yes, indeed. No one came to my door either. I think the people here think have orgies when they're not looking or something, it's very odd. They're starting to shun me. The PO moved me to the back so that the townies wouldn't be afraid to buy stamps. What the fuck? I look perfectly normal, I mean I'm a little short, I dress normally, I don't have any wierd peircings, I don't have a tattoo yet (when I do, it won't be visible). This ALWAYS happens to me. In the airport, I get help up. In the supermarket line, I get glared at. What the fuck, I look normal! What is it about me!

Gotta remember, it's not you, it's "them."

That makes me feel so much better. I think if I get stopped in the airport on the way to SF, I'm going to drop kick that little guard guy. I'm so sick of this shit, I'm too old for this crap. What's wrong with people?

Yeah well, I'm not Oprah. If people don't like you, fuck em. Not worth spending the time dwelling on it.

Thanks. I'll keep that in mind.

i am dressed like a giant wonder bread. sometimes, it's cool to work at kinko's.

That's excellent...I'm dressed as myself, now.

2 pm: indigo jeans, green/gray striped shirt, nikes, blue glitter watch. 4 pm: satin jeans, nikes, plaid shirt, striped shirt, yellow makeup, blue wig. 5:30 pm: satin jeans, nikes, plaid shirt, striped shirt, traces of yellow makeup. 6:30 pm: satin jeans, nikes, plaid shirt, traces of yellow makeup, black eyeliner, red lipstick. 7 pm: satin jeans, nikes, plaid shirt, traces of yellow makeup, black eyeliner, red lipstick, yellow sheet. 7:30 pm: satin jeans, nikes, plaid shirt, traces of yellow makeup, black eyeliner, red lipstick, yellow sheet, broom, sunglasses. 10 pm: traces of yellow makeup, black eyeliner, red lipstick, blue "northwest children's theater and school" t-shirt, blue jeans, grey fleece. the evolution of halloween.

That sounds like my day. However, I'll abbrevite: two seconds ago: dark blue oxford shirt which geek boy *loves*, black bra (warners, comfy), black cords, white undies! Now: black silk camisole, black silk boxers.

as wigs go, i prefer princess leia to marge simpson. it's all in the comfort. for a while i was wearing a sticker (about bumper sticker size, meant for a shoe box) across my chest that said: barney gave me yellow fever. so i ate him.

I had a piece of electrical tape with "Fish tacos ate my brain" written in white on it across my forehead for a while. People thought the first word was "fuck." I took it off.

sometime i might just do one that says "yummy" across my stomach. rumors are flying rampant about the shoe girl with the enourmous blue wig. "see the girl with the blue hair? she wants to hug and kiss you." apparently heather (ready-to-wear) has decided that my name needs a go around the block with an electronics person.

I dressed up Saturday night for a big bash in Duluth. I went as Bacchus. The Rain of Frogs fell through when I was unable to locate any small plastic toy frogs for the costume. I was clueless about a costume until about 6 pm, when I saw Mavis' bag o' plastic grapes and inspiration hit. Vicki, Luci's mom who used to sew Renaissance Fair costumes, provided me with two white sheets, sandels, a pewter cup, and made a belt and headband from golden rope. She also gave me an element from her daughter's costume last year, which was Princess Leia in slave get-up. IT was the loincloth, which I slung over my shoulder. I actually looked pretty good. The party was excellent, several hundred people all in costume. There was a guy dressed as Buddha, with a yellow robe, a red jewel on his forehead, and covered in gold hairspray. Anothe guy went as a sperm bank donor, with a fake penis sticking out of his fly. Too many others to describe. Next year, Mavis and I are going as Princess Slaya and Darth Nader - she dressed up in a Slayer t-shirt, spikes, boots and Princess Leia buns, me in a rumpled grey suit and a Darth Vader mask. We call dibs on this idea.

I think next year I shall go as a medevil queen.

My kid dressed up last night as Bettie Page. His friend, Violet, went as Mae West. Outrageous. Earlier in the day, Violet was dressed like Morticia Addams......but then again, she usually is. The kiddies get to dress up again tomorrow night. The kids are both really into Marilyn Manson. I overheard them talking about how much they wished they could go to the Manson show in Tulsa but couldn't afford it. They didn't know I was listening in on them. The boy said he just didn't feel right asking me for money to go and he didn't know how they were gonna get there anyway. After they went to sleep, my lover got on the phone and scored tickets for them. And one for me, too, since somebody's got to take them there. I got an extra ticket for Crimson just because I wanted some adult company. The kids are excited as hell. The boy's already getting his makeup and wardrobe ready. He'll look more bizarre than anyone on stage, guaranteed.

Alright! That's really cool, Pilate. You're an admirable man.

Could somebody please tell me where Sorabji is? I'm stuck at Isoldepezville.

wta?

funny cat.

Une tres bonne question, Cat. Guess it must've been a busy day at work for everybody.

Sorry Cat. Everyone seems to be in hiding lately. Sometimes it happens.

SOMETIMES WE FUCK THE RICE.

See?

noodles!

The wind is howling up a storm outside, leaves, sticks, small mammals flying by my window, top of this hill leaves me wondering just where the hell I am. Apparently my phone is broken. I want to touch the roses, count their petals, hold a small ankle bone in my hand, and leap tall junipers on fire, but it is the wrong season. Happy New Year.

By Cat on Wednesday, November 1, 2000 - 02:47 pm: Could somebody please tell me where Sorabji is? I'm stuck at Isoldepezville heh. if only i could post more. whatever DID happen to everyone?

I think I count as living in IsoldePezville, lamentably. They don't want me there. Ah, well. alas and alack. I've been working, looking for a job, preparing for the move, falling out of love, falling in love. you know. the usual. Trying to finish "Diamond Age" finally. You?

Just pray you never end up in 'llama-land. Whenever something significant happens there, the soccer announcer from the olympics yells GGGGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!

Wow. I think I want to visit 'llama land. That sounds terrible exciting. How, exactly, do I reach 'llama land? In Isolde land right now it is hot and gross and sick. You see, I really hate snot rags, because they get all grotty and not fun, but it seems like such a waste of paper to use tissue. Blast it all. I was an hour late for work today, too. I have to go back soon. Work is lameness today. I can't play. It was frosty this morning. Somewhere, someone is playing bad music.

ggggggggggggggggggoooooooooooooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaallllllllllllllllllllllllll!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ggggggggggggggggggggooooooooooooooooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaallllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! gggggggggggggggggggggggggoooooooooooooooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaallllllllllllllllllllllllll!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! yes, i remember that. is it stormy in 'llama land? if not, i'm in. in about three weeks it'll be melancholy season from lack of light, but if someone asks me if i hate the rain i'll be "oh no, i love the rain, when sylvies not chasing her tail and digging her claws into my leg at the same time or trying to drink from my glass of milk." see how real life infects my posts?

Soon it will be snowing in 'llama land. I hope so anyway. I hate having to wait around for it with everything all gray, brown and dead.

It should snow here soon too. I hate these dreary nasty trees. Want white goodness.

i saw a little bit of snow in NYC, flurries, but still god damn cold

I wore some dickies (the jumpsuit kinda thing) and smeared myself with drawing charcoal so as to look like a greasy mechanic. Then App and I went to Barnburner. The suit turned out to work really well for my strange style of dancing when techno is going on. I think I broke myself. Haven't seen App today. Well, I can see that he's in the dirtyredapartment via his cam, but he was mysteriously absent from Japanese class.

I'm wearing black cords and my Guinness shirt...in my new house!!!!

Guinness shirts are neat. I almost bought one once....but then I spent the money on beer instead. I'm wearing a grey cotton v-neck outfit I bought when I went to NY. It's comfy..I like it. I just woke up and haven't showered yet..my hair is sticking straight up like some crazy white girl afro. Sappho is clawing my leg. I need to go back to bed.

Guinness shirts are neat. I almost bought one once....but then I spent the money on beer instead. I'm wearing a grey cotton v-neck outfit I bought when I went to NY. It's comfy..I like it. I just woke up and haven't showered yet..my hair is sticking straight up like some crazy white girl afro. Sappho is clawing my leg. I need to go back to bed.

I'm wearing an oxford shirt, black slacks, black shoes and a tie. I'll be changing into jeans and a T-shirt in a few minutes, though. Took the kiddies (and Crimson and Pug) to the Marilyn Manson show last night. The kids went apeshit. They had a great time. And for once, they weren't the only people dressed like total freaks. My boy got tons of compliments on his outfit, which was mostly made of shiny black vinyl. A black and flamingo pink color scheme. Vivid pink eyeshadow too, with deep mauve frosted lipstick and a light dusting of glitter blush. Alarmingly tight vinyl shorts, a vinyl vest and glitter thigh-high hose with seams running up the back. Black sequin garters too, attached to the shorts. Several girls told him he looked hot as hell.....not that he cares too much about girls, but it was a definite ego boost. Brendan gave me a big hug in the parking lot and thanked me again for taking him to the show. Said it meant a lot to him.

That's really cool, Pilate. What did you think of it? Brendan sounds like some old friends of mine. I think he'd fit right in with them. What did Violet look like? Today, I am wearing violet cords, a maroon shirt, black shos (as always), and a black corduroy shirt over the shirt because I'm a little cold. It's unbuttoned, though, so you can see the maroon underneath. Must go get a paycheck so I can deal with the phone bill.

Violet was wearing a long black velvet dress with red lace insets in the sleeves and bust. Black gloves. Also some long lace-up black boots with silver trim. She had pale white makeup except for the black lipstick. She had a couple of fake piercings. Her hair was teased and streaked with some kind of red highlighter and she wore long red rhinestone earrings that came down to her shoulders. She looked pretty cool. The concert wasn't bad. There were three bands. The second warmup band, Union Underground, worked the audience pretty well. I got interested in watching the crowd reacting to Manson (you don't usually see that much worship going on outside of a church service). I was also interested in the Christian protest groups in the parking lot. They were preaching and handing out pamphlets. Those same pamplets ended up littering the parking lot like confetti, ripped up by pissed off Manson fans.

frayed jeans, sport socks, mustard t shirt (not one of the cool ones with a picture of some mainstream product a la andy warhol, but mustard colored), purple sweatshirt. i'm listening to tangerine speedo, trying to put off an essay i need to write today. the cutest boys always look good in drag. i am filled with the overwhelming desire to paint a bunch of male fingenails.

i'm dressed in heather grey sweats, a t-shirt given to me free by a local politician, & some fuzzy pink slippers. i'm practicing guitar. i've been asked to play a electric set (solo) at this local fundraiser thingie. very short notice. i haven't given my final answer, but i probably will. i'm just getting a few songs together. i really need to go to a studio someplace & plug in. i can't practice full-volume--or at any volume--at home. i want to sound heavy, but not totally distorted. i might wear a deep blue glitter ballroom gown while i play. pilate looked good last night. he wore all black clothing. he always looks damn good in black. it matches his hair.

quad cargo pants and my "got root?" t-shirt. Today doesn't seem to be an exciting clothes day.

*sigh* sadly not. Dirty tan cords, my brand-spankin'-new (and totally punk-rock) boots, yellow "this space for rent" t-shirt, blue button-down. In order to weird out my roommate and her boyfriend, I am in full battle regalia: enneagram, magic wand made of toothpicks and skewers, and upon my head: a thingy. it can only be called a thingy, and nothing else. It is made from brightly-painted egg-shell carton bits attached by a purple yarn.

Yarra Trail carpenters pants, white socks, slippers, a white shelf bra camisole and Naomi Lange's pink cardi.

black beatles t-shirt w/autographs, hoops, necklace, holey jeans. tonight i'm dying my hair...almost purple!

a scary magical dancing mask,which is either a witch or a leprechaun. I can't decide. and nothing else.

a sweatshirt from Landsend (overstocks) which is a nice red-blue heather color. Some jeans from Eddie Bauer (outlet mall) that started out as a dark army-surplus color greenish brown, until they had an encounter with some bleach, so then I had to douse the rest of them too and ended up a wheat-color with slight variegations, and which I wear a lot, even to bed, because they're cut just right and don't pinch my waist, and wish i'd gotten 6 of them when i had the chance. Some old, old, favorite socks, green, with an orange and brown coil design that could be snakes or some kind of organic form and which makes me think Australia. Black Naturalizer walking shoes (the black beans) Color is important.

my pjaymas. a gap t shirt some blue plaid boxers socks some pj pants from a consignment shop crazy hair

neon pink t shirt, long black jacket, black pants, combat boots, pink rhinestone bracelet.

Yellow pants and a maroon shirt. It looks really good, actually.

khaki shorts

some kinda long-sleeved sweaterey button shirt thingy. it's warm and comfy.

(yes i am wearing clothes in addition to...) my hair! it's like i have jewels coming out of my scalp! the color! [/enthusiasm]

*laugh* feeling staid today. Wearing a Mr. Rogers (or Colin Anderson) style sweater. Thin, tan, and just fuzzy enough to make the average hick wonder about my sexual orientation. I also have these pants, and I don't know what to call them. I swear they're made of denim, but they're so incredibly light, that when I bought them, I thought they were slacks. They're "Anchor Bay" I think, and they aren't quite long enough. All of it comes from the local thrift store. I'm also wearing an aura of humility and self-disgust, in the "float" slot, but that's another story altogether. oh. and the enneagram, still.

Once again, I woke up too late to take a shower. I am wearing my loose black mens dockers, and a bright red teeshirt. Ugh. No want work.

Gray shorts and a Shaft T-shirt (Richard Roundtree as Shaft, not Samuel L. Jackson). I'll have to change into something better soon, but I'm going to be working out. Crimson's wearing a hooded jacket that makes her look like the Unabomber. Beneath the hooded jacket she's topless. It's enough to make a man turn straight.

Black bootleg pants, black socks, black long sleeve top and black fine knit top. black black day. stupid rain on my holiday.

Black pajama pants, black pajama shirt. I opened up a new "Sorabji Love Nugget Trading Post" on Yahoo if anywone would like to join me. The name is: "I_Married_You_For_Your_Ramen" I'm hard to miss. Anyhow. Yes. Pajamas. Geek boy was here, we talked about election fears.

Black shoes, black socks, black crepe trousers, cream turtleneck cotton tops, chocolate brown cardigan (I don't really wear cardis all the time, honest). Never mind about the rain Moonit - the sun will come out tomorrow!

God,you all make me feel like a slob,but it rained so much here today,when we were going to the bowling alley there were ducks swimming at the grade school playground,I've lived here a long time and have never seen that...tripping!

Black cords and a dark blue oxford shirt.

white -t and a navy thriftstore worn sweater, my FAVORITE sweater on top... gray banarepub pants, not quite slacks, not quite duckheads, but have a nifty easy access button fly that makes das weiner sehr tempting.... low cut black shit kickers dork black rimmed glasses and a henry miller grin

black t, jeans, and black flannel 10 button over it. only my septum ring (visible). i think i'm the only one in town with my nose pierced. that's how they act, anyway. and i've got these wacky 'boat shoes' on that were my grandfather's. my boot were too wet, so i slipped these on. they're laceless navy & white & are either totally WalMart or totally Punk Rock, i can't figger out which. never thot i'd be caught dead in 'em, but i keep thinking a/b that pic of Kurt i saw and he was wearin some like 'em. oh well, whatever. nevermind.

Pink sweater-type top, black and pink and green and white floral tight knee-length skirt with a little frill at the bottom. Black stockings, black suede shoes with a little pink rose, black jacket. A gold locket that has the word "amor" engraved on the back and nothing inside.

t-shirt endorsing a local politico, jeans, sneakers, dangling skull earrings. just had to go out & haul around a bunch of musical equipment & didn't want to dress up for the occasion...which is good, since i've now got grease & other stuff all over my shirt. it's been a while since i've had to haul around equipment that heavy.

Pajamas. The election party rages on at chez Isolde.

white sport socks w/red seams & hole @ toe. black satin jeans. black & gray stripe t-shirt w/four buttons @ left (my left) shoulder. gray button fleece w/one missing. watch w/blue face, music necklace, silver hoops and purplish hair. i found the perfect hat. it's like those vintage "cloche" (bell) hats that women wore in the 20's, 30's. it's black boiled wool w/little balck beads sewn on in groups of three.

new red hair

ooolala.... what DO you look like heather? oh, and Im wearing one off-white loin cloth that is all

I'm wearing black cords, again, my Google shirt, and a strap on dildo.

I'm not wearing a strap on dildo. But I'm wearing a T-shirt my kid gave me. I have no idea where he got it. It just says "World's Greatest Dad". Shit, I fucking near had some kind of emotional overload when he gave it to me. I feel like I've been working too much, doing too many other things and not spending enough time with the kid. I don't feel like the world's greatest dad, that's for sure. My lover's wearing pajamas right now. I helped him get into them (a somewhat fun exercise in itself). But he's terribly ill and is home from work. I'm out of the house, letting him get some much needed rest. I massaged his hands and feet for a long time because they were cold. I rubbed his back and spent a long time just talking with him and taking care of him. I gave him a bath and tucked him into bed. I'm sick myself and Crimson is really fucking ill. I don't know what she's got, but it's worse than what I've managed to pick up. My kid's in a somewhat depressive mood because his best friend, who's been staying with us, is about to leave. Her parents are coming back for her. He doesn't want her to leave. He's trying to be cool about it but I know it's hard on him. He wishes that Violet could stay with us permanently. She's depressed about it too. I wish I knew what to say to them.

That's sad. I'm glad her parents are returning, though. I was very worried about it...It's sad that she has to go, though. I'm not wearing a strap on, either, but I can think of an ass I'd like to ram with a cattleprod.

Everyone is sick lately. Chemical Warfare? If you were to guess what I was wearing at any random moment, and you were to say "T-shirt, Jeans, and white socks" 9 out of ten times you would be correct. The tenth time I would be in my gorilla suit.

Gorilla suits rock. More people should wear them. Well, Violet's gone for real. Her folks picked her up. When it came time for her to leave, she started crying, which got Brendan pretty upset. They hugged each other and then she left. Her parents actually seemed moved by the whole thing and said they'd let her come over more. Brendan was pretty sad about her leaving, but I think he'll be all right. Odd thing......while Violet was here, her grades improved. I didn't badger her to study harder. I just hinted to her that while I was teaching Brendan, it would be a good time for her to work on her own homework. Apparently, she did. Her folks asked me what my secret was. I don't have one, I promise. Brendan's studies are going better. We're working on vocabulary right now. He likes that. He also told me the other night that he wanted to learn some fancy words he could use as insults. No problem. If he wants to learn better words than "motherfucker" (although that's a pretty good and useful one), I'll do what I can to help him out.

Right now, I am wearing white flannel PJs with little blue roses on them. I pray the doorbell doesn't ring.

I'm wearing a big grey sweatshirt that says "DEFCON" across the front with a smileyface and crossbones, an old phone dial, and a floppy disk all embroidered on it. And my cargos. and my little glasses.

My mom calls me a sot when I'm like this,I'm wearing a smile.

i wish i were wearing earmuffs. i wish i had earmuffs. it gets so fucking cold and windy at school, my ears will probably stay red until april or may. my hat helps, but the wind still attacks my earlobes. my bones ache. i have this deadly fear of athritis, it runs in the family. my joints ache in the cold, i can even smell the cold. my mom says that i'm imiagining it but i can. the cold has a specific smell. warmth doesn't very much, it's too hidden, but the cold, that's out in the open. maybe because the trees don't have leaves anymore.

I'm wearing worn out black dockers, and the Guinness shirt. I'm in Florida, and it is warm.

brown, redyed levis, a tighty white tee with a glow in the dark Stereolab character, with green around the nexk and sleeves...you know the retro 70s design. black rimmed you know.....sneaks.....not new sneaks. still havent made it to target yet....but i put some inserts and they feel cushy... oh and a big cheeky grin

Pilate, there are great insults in Shakespeare. I bet you could find them on the web somewhere. I was wearing a guinness shirt yesterday.

I'm wearing an I-work-at-a-dot-com-and-I-already-have-a-boyfriend-and-besides-it's-the-day-before-a-holiday outfit. borderline dirty blue jeans, borderline dirty fleece sweatshirt, work boots. no makeup. but I'm showered and have a cute haircut.

are you happy with your dot-com jobbyjob? do you like the rigamorale of that kind of work? are you just saving up some cash to do some more globetrotting? take many pictures these days?

Great insults in Shakespeare......yes, indeed. Crimson turned me on to this site. Pretty inspirational. http://www.emap.mtu.edu/mdh/Insult.html I'm wearing black jeans, black T shirt, black boots. Black goes with everything. No worries about color coordination or any of that shit.

grey pants, new contact lenses (yippieeee), white tank top and a snakeskin see thru shirt. need shoes however. going out for lunch with 'drew's pal richard's girlfriend serena. did that make sense?

I wish I was wearing...my brand spanking new silver sequin halter top and silver mini. It's so bloody obvious, I love it. I am wearing...blue tailored pants, a short blue jacket and a pink silk shirt. Very dull, but my shoes are cute blue slides with a glass heel.

I'm kind of enjoying my life now. it's very comfortable. I'll be getting some photos back in a couple hours. hope they're good'uns. I'll probably also be taking photos in the nevada desert for christmas cards. I'll be getting out of the office for about a month here pretty soon; that'll be nice. I think.

Wearing: the tan cords of doom, ratty black hoody given me by the head geeks wife, the yellow "this space for rent" shirt, and my old shoes! they're SO very comfortable. but they make my feet sweat lots. My feet have been sweating nonstop for the last two or three weeks. Every day, I wonder whether I've permanently lost another pair of socks. It's getting pretty nasty. WHY, GOD? I haven't had sweaty feet in years. Maybe I've been cursed. Do any of you know any sweaty-foot spells? or, more to the point, non-sweaty-foot spells? DAMN, GINA!

brown tweed blazer, cream turtle neck sweater, black pants, black shoes very businesslike, I'm in the office at work

Add an axe to that.

Back at home still working on the computer, still wearing the same outfit. Well, at least I can answer the door safely. Good money day today.

try going barefoot as much as you can. that's what i do.

I've been going barefoot for two days now. It's excellent.

I'm wearing a tee-shirt: "I'm Just One Big Fucking Ray Of Sunshine, Aren't I?"

All black. Black sweater, black pants, black socks and black shoes. Only the underwear is pink and white. Oh well.

i'm wearing jammies right now. but i'm about to get into some charcoal grey sweats & a jim morrison t-shirt.

different tan cords of doom. Green and white button-down with little dots on it. only they aren't solid dots. At any rate. it's green, and white, and dotted, and everyone who cares how I look hates it, except me. I love the thing. And the grey jacket, because it is cold. And the feet continue to sweat. I go barefoot whenever I possibly can, but it's been raining here alot, and I think (for now) that I'd rather have sweaty feet and gross socks than a constant cold.

I'm wearing a flowered wrap skirt. It's black and the flowers are sort of linen-ish in colour, which gives me an excuse to wear my favourite linen shirt. I feel very Floridan all of a sudden.

i am wearing the same olive corduruoy pants and brown waffley sweater that I have been wearing for the past 3 days. not wanting to expose my tender flesh to the cold to change and why bother when these have already been sneezed on. the underwear has been changed (i do have standards)

Green sweater (my favorite,) Green pants, green socks... Notice a trend?

Pilate, I have the Shakespere words refrigerator magnet kit. thou hyperbolical foul-nosed parasite thou swaggering whoreson rapscallion thou pestiferous sponge-hearted strumpet (right out of the box) if more authentic constructions are desired, there are websites

whoa. Shakespeare was hyperbolical-enabled? Pestiferious. This has been, without a doubt, a pestiferous day. Indeed, Pestiferous enough to make me glum, even if I'm wearing the grey-gift shirt. I've been noticing how toned down my work clothes are. Everything I wear on the weekdays is grey, tan, or black, even though there isn't remotely a dress code here. I share my office with a guy who hasn't looked outside since the '80s. He wears these great sleeves-torn-out muscle shirts that don't cover his mid-parts, and the puffy, ankle-grabbing MC hammer pants. yeah.

those damn jammies again with the little blue roses on them at least at this hour, i don't have to worry that someone will knock on the door

nononooooooo not the mc hammer pants. I am soon to get ready to go out with some girls. I think I will wear black pants and a black tank top with a blue see-thru shirt and a black jacket and my favourite black boots which really should be thrown out. I got new makeup today so I am going to wear that too.

Have fun!

the levis i purchased last week at some kind of thrift store, a red t-shirt, and a sweater that my cat got ahold of (it has holes all over the place). i'm so very tired. i want to run away. anyone want to run too?

black t-shirt (duh) over a charcoal 3button long-sleeve thing. ansd i bout a new pair of BDUs today... plain ol olive drab. and i've got on my grandpa's 'work boots', LLbean kinda gumsole thingies...waterproof. i feel lik epart of the friggin Dave matthews army, but for the ball cap... comfy tho. laundry this weekend!

Worn out black pants, very comfortable, and a heather grey tank top. It is very hot here, and my toe is being attacked.

*red cotton socks *grey knit cotton pants *white cotton t-shirt with John Singer Sargent's "Views of Blindfolded Man's Head" on it *beige boucle cardigan that I've ruined by sleeping in it for so long

*teal velour hooded bathrobe (when i was twelve i thought it made me look like a teal monk) *teddy bear nightshirt *my glasses have you tried sprinkling powder in your shoes to keep your socks dry?

green flowered flannel pajama bottoms, a red and beige plaid shirt, and black fuzzy slippers. can't quite bring myself to get ready for work today.

Gray shorts, hooded navy sweat shirt, white sneakers. I'm about to trade in the shorts for some sweatpants, though. The kiddo and I are going flea marketing with Crimson in a while. Crimson's still sick (and so are the rest of us) but we decided to go ahead and go hit the flea markets this weekend anyway. We had a great time yesterday spreading our germs all over Oklahoma. If you hear anything on the news about some sort of strange epidemic hitting that state, it's probably our fault.

Those damn white flannel PJs with the little blue roses on them. I think I should give them a wash soon. Working again. Another good money day, although I would have prefered to have the day off.

a cheap tshirt that says "I was normal once. I didn't like it." old plaid boxers that are too small for me big, thick, warm socks. That is all.

I forgot to say that I have been wearing these PJs since last night when I went to bed. Woke up at 11am, went to the computer, have been working on it ever since. Still have a few more hours of work before I can sign off. I'm beginning to hate these PJs. Good thing no one knocked on the door today.

*white sport socks w/red seamed toes *black zipper-pocket nylon pants *pink tank top *pink t-shirt *lavender pullover *silver hoops *necklace at work, i accessorized with: *a tissue-paper highliter-noonicorn tunic or: *a masking-tape and pen native-american-style headress i was hyper. and i only had a *little* sugar.

burgundy cords, black tee, bright new white and navy sneaks.....going commando as usual

Burgandy cords sound very exciting, where did you get them?

i think, at one of the vintage/consignment shops here in town, they arent that exciting. actually.... i'll telk you a secret. Im kinda insecure in them, they are probably a waist size or two too big, so they tend to bunch up, and well they tend to bunch up in the front, exagerrating the package, making it appear almost like aloin cloth in front...and well.......i might as well be wearing a speedo

you know

i know i have no idea what you are talking about

sorry, those damn white flannel PJs with the little blue roses on them i just didn't want to say all that again hope no one knocks on the door today i'll change before i go out to vote this evening

hey. are you canadian?

Yup, I'm Canadian.

Neat. So are you going to vote for Gore or Nader?

Black jeans, a tan tee shirt from Albuquerque, comfy boxer briefs, SmartWool socks and my Matrix boots. I'll be adding a grey fleece shortly and walking the dog. If it's cold, I'll wear my new Norwegian wool hat with the earflaps

black Calvin Klein stretch jeans, black suede boots, black t-neck with blue stripe, leather vest with zipper, brown belt, make-up ready for work

navy cords, white tee.....ankle high shit kickers....black dockworker stocking cap

black pants with an elastic waist, black tank top, navy blue vneck wool sweater, and fuzzy black slippers. and my glasses. my hair looks like gumby.

Purple cords and a burgandy shirt. I am back in Vermont. I am sad.

well worn Levi's.a soft gray cotton top.no shoes

oh,and Buster Bird,sitting on my shoulder,reaching around every few minuets and biting my nose,and saying "Honk Honk".

brown thrift store slacks, black tee, sneaks

Shorts, black t-shirt that says "Larry's Bar, Grill and Seminar", underwear, white Champion athletic socks. My kitty's wearing her sun bonnet and a strapless evening gown. I'm having cheese manicottis with Classico Tomato Alfredo sauce. My kitty is watching Animal Planet, rooting for the lions to catch the wildebeests. She's eating her Purina Cat Chow Mature.

I'm wearing...black cords and a dark blue oxford shirt. I wish my kitty was here.

Fiery pantaloons,and a silly little smile.

White Hanes and a ten dollar pair of socks. Apparently I'm missing something.

strange but comfortable grey pants, black sweater, white tennis shoes, and peanuts boxers

Daniel ssss in his socks and underwear and Trace wearing tennis shoes with his grey pants and black sweater....the fashion police would arrest you two.

at least i am confortable

Olive green suit pants, white dress shirt, cool olive Grateful Dead tie with Egyptian hieroglyphics, black Florsheim ComforTech dress shoes. Ain't no fashion police stopping by here today.

my ass......im wearing my ass for all to see.....

A "Duplex Planet" t-shirt. I had a sweater on but became too hot.

hello ass. see. i can be personable.

I went to nordstrom to pick up my new little bcbg black leather miniskirt this morning just in case any angry, dirty wto protesters start making things difficult around lunchtime. I am turning into the worst kind of conservative.

at least you can admit it. sorry to hear about the shit hitting the fan. at least it's over with now.

yeah, and I think everything has turned out for the best, really. you know, once that sort of thing starts, there is no way to escape the consequences. here's a very funny photo: http://www.wvec.com/news/local/mcchicken_head.htm black jeans, olive sweater. and at least I still vote democrat and green.

Well, at least no one can say that they don't use real chicken

navy blue scrubs...i'm pretty original

i remember those grateful dead ties. used to sell them at mervyn's. superman cartoon indigo baby tee, boy cut indigo jeans, ratty gray button cardigan. oh, and mama culture's messing with my head.

fuck yeah. chicken head.

and you wonder why I'm vegan.

the authorities are investigating. I only hope that someday I'll find a chicken head in with my mcnuggets. (or chicken wings -- since when does mcdonald's sell chicken wings?) I love that photo. and, please, what health hazard? I mean, that thing was COOKED. how bad would it be for a 5-y-o to bite into a deep-fried chicken head? I once got a fried cockroach in with my fried bananas, and I didn't even send it back.

They sure did a good job battering that head. I wonder what they use,that makes it so aesthetically appealing?

Shake and Beak?

HA!

I'm wearing bunny slippers. My kid got me a pair of extra-fuzzy adult size bunny slippers, the kind with big bunny ears and pink noses. So I wore them over to Crimson's place. With a suit.

Where does one find bunny slippers?

I don't know where the kid got 'em. He won't say. I know that Wal-Mart had some bunny slippers for a while (puppy and cow slippers too). I don't know if that's where he got them. They're awfully comfy. But silly as hell.

Grey pull-over sweater, white briefs, canvas sneaks, dirty sox and a pair of jeans that I haven't washed in well over a week...(it's laundry day----way overdue)

A pair of pants with somewhere in the area of 12 pockets, almost all containing something. A black DEFCON short-sleeve over a grey long-sleeve. Flannel boxers. A green bowler.

navy cords, navy socks, white tighty tee, navy armani paper thin sweater on top, black rimmed nerd boy glasses i know you might say....ARMANI???? patrick???? yes yes yes i know. it was gift. i have never set foot in an armani store in my life, and would never offer my money ...but the wife likes buying these kinds of things for me. she got the navy, black and tan shirts. they are nice because they are long sleeve and actually almost fit....its hard to find sized medium-long shirts. the sleves almost always are too short, thats why i own stock in plain white tees. italian made clothes tend to favor the long arm thing.

i'm wearing apathy. it goes with everything, you know.

Bravo Wisper. That's really worth plagiarising. I might do that in needlepoint and put it on my wall.

"i wear black on the outside cause black is how i feel on the inside." neogothpoop man! in a lot of ways where i live thrives on bringing up the dead....... cockrock, goth, 80s.... you name it. people are silly

actually, i just realized, IM WEARING ALL BLACK. HA! similar to yesterdays garb..... black cords, black sweater (same kind) and a white tee underneath, ankle shit kickers. i swear, im happy i swear

I wore all black yesterday. Black jeans, black SAS loafers, black socks, black leather jacket, black shirt. OK, the shirt had artwork on it that contained every color known to humanity. So sue me.

Brown cords, green sweater, brown leather adidas low-top hiking boots -- they're good snow s

I'm wearing black jeans, a white t shirt and black boots. When I left the house earlier this morning my kid was standing in front of the mirror putting on black glitter lipstick. I asked him where he was going and he said he wasn't going anywhere. But added that he's in a band now so he's gotta get the look down. Brendan and his two friends, none of whom can play very much music, have decided to form a band. The kid knows three chords on guitar and his friends both play a little bit of piano. Voila, they're a band. I'm glad to see him trying his hand at anything new and challenging. So I told him to start rehearsing and if the band is still around at New Year's next year and able to play anything, I'll pay to take them into the studio for a demo. Now all they've gotta learn to do is play their instruments, whichever instruments that might be. They're calling themselves Captain Benteen and the kid has recently been referring to himself as that in the third person ("Captain Benteen suggests that you should lend him a fiver.")

Now I'm wearing a blue t shirt. I spilled some ink on my other shirt and had to run home and change. While I was there, I picked the kid's brain a bit more about the whole Captain Benteen thing. I knew that Captain Benteen was a character in a Twilight Zone episode. Benteen was an anti-hero but Brendan felt sorry for the character. When I asked the kid why, I got a pretty trippy answer. The story in a nutshell: Captain Benteen set himself up as the governor (dictator) of a colony on a remote, hellish planet with two suns. It was a dismal and uncomfortable place. To give his people hope, he kept telling them that they could go back to Earth someday, that a spaceship would rescue them (the Rapture). Then a spaceship from Earth really DID come to take them home. Benteen, who cared for his people and helped them survive for decades on that planet, was deposed almost instantly in favor of the new Earth "gods". Captain Benteen didn't react well to it. He went insane and ended up staying on his hell of a planet alone. He was meant to be portrayed as a pathetic megalomaniac. So my son stands there in the kitchen delivering this amazing sermon on the horrors of being a deposed god. Does a god have power because he was once given some? Do people actually create an "energy form" or entity when they create a god? Where do the deposed gods go? How do men set themselves up as gods and how do they react when they're overthrown? Are we our own gods? Is there a little bit of Captain Benteen in all of us, and if so, is he a demon or a god or a little of both, or just plain human? This, from a kid who dropped out of school and has a hard time writing a single paragraph. It pissed me off so much. What I'm saying is that if ANYBODY had done anything with Brendan when he was young he could be at the head of the class. But now he'll never catch up, no matter how hard he tries (and he's trying really damn hard). I want the best for him but the truth is that a college education is likely beyond him (although I'd NEVER say that to his face). He thinks faster than he can possibly write. He has a quick mind but can't keep up with his peers, or even the average fifth grader. The adoption will be final soon. Very soon. Brendan wants to change his last name to match my own. I don't even deserve such a blessing. I'm so fucking proud of him in every way.

He'll catch up.

I sure hope so. I'm afraid I got a bit lengthy and boring with the above post. It's just that the boy says things sometimes that just amaze me. I get the feeling that he's actually got more on the ball than a lot of the kids who stayed in school. You know, the same kids who like to torment him out on the streets because they didn't drop out and are hence so much better than he is. While watching Brendan trying to form this little band with his buddies, I recall my own youth and how I'd never have been able to do anything like that. I was so shy and out of touch. I'm overjoyed that he's got his two close friends and that they've got the balls to try starting a band, apparently undaunted by the fact that they can't exactly play anything. I'm wearing a pair of gray sweat pants and a dark green t shirt. Crimson is also wearing gray sweats but they're darker. I'm sitting here watching her try to function without caffeine. It's kinda funny.

I learned on Jeopardy last night where the word "corduroy" comes from -- it's french for Cords (or strings) of the King. (Cordes du roi). Don't mind me, I'm easily amused by those kinds of things.

Me too,I watch Jeopardy ever night,I got that one right.

Captain Benteen---THE BAND!!!!!!! Pilate, that's the funniest damn shit since Trace shat out that engagement ring into your lap!!!! (Sorry, folx---private joke) Reminds me of my old band days....me & these kids I worked with just up and became a band one day....my guitarist learned to play as we went along (& is now quite brilliant) and I never learned to do much of anything....it was a lot of fun. I do have a rehearsal tape around here somewhere....'88 or '89, I think....me on guitar & my guitarist on drums....pounding out an unearthly pile of racket that makes Sonic Youth sound like the Ray Conniff Singers. Wearing a pale blue jersey and button fly jeans(reasonably clean this time out). Nice pic,btw, back on the other thread, J....

Watching Crimson function sans caffeine IS pretty funny....watching ME do it is just painful & tragic.

fuzzy christmas coat that makes me feel like a polar bear, tight maroon 3/4 sleeve shirt w/a keyhole back, jeans i bought a week and a half ago and my clogs. the funny thing is, i got these jeans so recently, and i haven't been eating much...they fit perfectly when i got them, but yesterday i realized that i can pull them off my butt without unbuttoning/unzipping anything...i'm not sure if it's a good thing or a bad thing. baaaaah.

I am wearing Tinkerbell. I think she likes me. Ishmael is wearing grey. now he knows who I am.

white bra and panties. black tights. black 40-year-old leotard that is, apparently, translucent. superman t-shirt. gray workout pants (so comfy...almost like pajama pants with pockets). red zip sweater and the flame shoes. ballet is fun!!!!

*shivers* PANTIES!!!!!

*White linen shirt, button-down, with 3/4 length sleeves. There are bands of linen lace in the middle of the fabric at the waist and about 2" in from the cuff. It's very loose and kind of translucent. *White tank top *Cotton drawstring pants that are officially "graphite" colored -- kind of inbetween black and brown. *Black sandals that have a loop for my big toes and straps that cross across my foot. *Pale nail polish *My hair is curled and pulled back in a clip with the ends sticking up on top *Small yellow rhinestone earrings *Black eyeliner *Clinique's Happy perfume

cutey gray banana rep slimster pants. not jeans, not slacks, but linen pants somewhere in between. my hair is a wreck a macintosh red shortsleeve snap up DKNY shirt the wifey got at a sample sale. the shirt and pants work, because the pants are sorta low cut, and the shirt is as well, which display my belt buckle almost perfectly. My belt buckler is very important to me. im wearing gray socks and my black low cut, bulbous toe (needing new heels) shit kickers. commando as usual. a few sprays of CK Be on the way out the door.

Yeah, I clean up nice. What's your belt buckle got on it?

here, draw this out to get the idea: its not a solid flat piece its a silver metal oval about 3 3/4" wide and 2"high. inside it is a circle about 2" indiameter. its sorta like the cbs logo minus the "eye" looking thing in the middle. The metal silver is pretty thick. about 1/4-1/2 inch thick. its important for this reason. its looks pretty damn cool. also....when my wife and a very good friend of mine, my best man, and highschool buddy were thrift shopping many years ago, they both raped and pilaged thrift stores (he now has a vintage shop in brooklyn, shes as designer, you can imagine the competition upon entering a thrift store 5 years ago with these two clothes whores). Anyway, they both spy the buckle, she wants it for me, but he beats her to it. He wears it for a year or two, but its always something i give him shit about, because i wanted it. He gives it to me, shortly before my wedding. My belt buckle is important to me. the end

the begining i'm wearing a grey 'island slacker' type shirt that buttons down the front, has pointy collars, white bamboo embroidery that everyone thinks is pot. drab khakis from ralph. black, slightly shiny bass shoes. slip on with a silver buckle. black belt. invisible! because of my shirt. new smell. also from ralph. i forget what it's called. something girly... like romance or something.

I'm still in my pajamas,no shoes and I probably smell like baby spit- up thanks to Milkneck Mullinex. I should get dressed while he's sleeping and pick up this pop stand,but I might not.

Gray tee-shirt, gray tube-socks, slightly tattered button-fly jeans, white briefs, white sneaks. Dirty hair, greasy, unwashed flesh. Sleep dust in eyes provided by Tommy Stinkfinger. Hurry, Crimson, hurry!

Black knee-high boots. Black dress. Black seamed stockings. 1 black suspender belt. Red underwear. 2 antique rings. 1 old fake ruby pendant and gold chain. 2 old fake ruby and gold earrings. Hair up. Gold hair pin. Chanel Allure perfume. Mascara. Revlon "Sienna" lipstick.

mmmm allure...i remember that. mrs goes through phases. lately she can't keep away from Envy

now i'm wearing nothing but my grey jockey boxers.

black tshirt, navy blue knee length cotton skirt, black tube socks that say "rude" on them in big pink letters, and short black cowboy boots. no perfume. blue underwear, brown bra. i'm a mess.

black Jake boxer briefs. white Champion ankle socks. White pocket Tshirt. pinky and the brain wrist watch. eye glasses.

I was wearing a red skirt this morning but change back into male clothes and now I am in my boy friends blue T shirt it is from his church. I have on jeans but, will put on sweats soon. I have blue nail polish with glitter and I have on sox with blue toes. I'm laying in the floor and watching Mexican T.V. I'm geting sleepy I think I mite put on my P.J.s I have some real jammys now they are not dumb looking but kinda cool. Dorian likes them a lot thats a big plus. Never wear Jammys that you would be shamed for your man to see you in. Thats my big fashion tip for the evening.

i've never understood the allure of perfumes. it could be because i've never been alluring and so had no base reference. i think they smell bad and taste worse.

Some male colognes make me incredibly slutty hot.

hanes white bikini. jockey white underwire. funky smelling but fairly clean blue jeans (re: washed one week ago). "diva smurfette" baby tee. earlier this evening, the costume was changed: black slacks for blue jeans. baby tee inside out. had a band concert. probably my last ever.

blue comfy bootleg jeans, black comfy pumas, black socks, black undies and bra, black stretchy shirt, big blue jersey cause its freakin freezin, black onyx ring, silver dolphin bracelet, heart that turns into like a four leaf clover with photos in round my neck. purfume fendi. I'm still stuck in that blue and black thing. Altho I have been known to do a bright shirt every so often. I hate the word panties.

Blue Doc Marten mary janes blue tights faded orange (pumpkin/peach-ish) linen A-line miniskirt that I bought second-hand years ago blue thin v-neck sweater from banana republic that I also bought second-hand this fall. it's become my favorite shirt. the only bad thing about it is that it's kind of see-through. you can't see my underwear but when I wear my scapular you can see that through the fabric, which is rather unsettling to me, because what if someone saw the scapular and started thinking lustful thoughts? then it would be the case that this religious item inspired baseness, which is kind of tantalizing now that I think about it okay I'm going to stop my scapular I hate that p-word too. Can't remember what lower underwear I'm wearing, but my bra is this annoying thing that's made of some stiff material, so it pushes me into a weird shape (I'm not pointy by nature) and it feels weird when I move an arm across my chest. It's like I'm wearing a breastplate or something. However, the sweater I'm wearing makes the bra a necessity. Hair down and straight and tucked behind my ears. No jewelery except my ring. No perfume. Eyeliner and Philosophy lip stain.

once again, grey jockey boxers. hanes cotton socks. nike air-pinch-nate's-foot shoes. i'm going to run the treadmill this morning. so i can run in my underwear.

Nate: can I watch?

spider definitely has a man interest. damn the word "panties" is absolutely titillating. the phoenetics of the first syllable, minus the T...it just sounds dirty. but i suppose boxers or jockeys isnt too sexy either. im simple this morning. borderline too-tight white hanes tee light brown corduroys blue generic tennis shoes belt with said hoopdee buckle no underwear navy blue socks dork glasses a squirt of CK Be dave who would be surprised that you dont like perfumes. im sorry your nose is so square. you must not like incense either. the smell of a perfume that is 2/3 faded, mixed with the natural body scent on the back of a womens neck is priceless.

how can you wear cords this time of year patrick? it's going over 100 here today. maybe we have your weather. muted green/brown vaguely palmtree looking slacker shirt. light khakis tan socks birks.

i did nothing to stop you from watching, jim. i can't imagine it's too sexy, though. i can squeeze a glassfull out of my jockeys by the time i'm done. hm. that's not too pleasant.

i only have one pair of shorts nate and even those are bagger skater shorts i wear with fluffy socks and hiking boots. i dunno. ive never really been a shorts kinda of guy. being a skinny ratpole.....i look like i have stork legs with shorts. over a 100 ? fuck nate. Its in the 70s here, MAYBE breaking 82 after noon.

Red BVDs Black Shoes Black Socks Black Belt Olive Dress Dockers -- that microfiber stuff Silk Beige Shirt Brownish/Beige-ish tie with cool diamond shapes Old Spice Bulova watch

i only have one pair of shorts, too. i was talking about lighter pants. it is currently 73 here. it is supposed to get to 110 in areas. tomorrow and saturday the highs are supposed to be as much as 25 degrees cooler.

i always thought you were joking about the Old Spice, you lady killer you.

incense is ok. especially when there's a dead rodent in the walls.

Moi? Hell no, I love Old Spice. I wear it for myself -- I couldn't care less if anybody else likes it or not.

i wear old spice, too. i think it's loaded with pheremones. before i started wearing cologne i'd have women asking me why i smelled so good. all the time. telling me i was driving them crazy. "shit, same stuff my dad always wore. old spice"

Nate: *LAFF*

black boots w/ silver buckle. blue jeans. blue open-collar poplin shirt. blue tinted black framed shades. i gotta ease up on the monochromatics. people are startin' to call me "shanky smurf".

say, where can i find that quote, either dave or nate posted a week or two ago. the quote from the Cuban foreign minister about Dubya. a little help?

new hair red hairdark hair smooth hair shorter hair happyhappy fixed comb-able soft hair and new hair smell oh. and the breeze.

I'm sitting in a plane for 16 hours today so: Black ballet tights red stretch micro mini skirt black Audrey-Hepburn shoes. black turtleneck sweater black leather coat, that's just slightly longer than the skirt unfortunately. Hair in ponytail. Black backpack. The two rings I couldn't leave behind because they're my grandmothers and I like looking at them. Gold earrings. My really old gold watch which is 10 minutes late. No perfume in case someone next to me in the plane is allergic.

Slacks, Polo, dress socks, dress shoes... ho hum

Anything's ho hum without details. Details. DETAILS. Hey, Trace.

Hi Spider. Brown Hagar Wrinkle Free slacks blue polo with brown.. pattern??? black shoes black socks

everyone's favorite redneck!

Ah Nate, I see you are still slinking around the halls?

thats god damn funny. whats up military computer LARGE COKE boy?

like a cockroach, i am. and i meant the redneck thing with absolute affection, trace.

Not too much..... same ol same ol

I'm blushing Nate, thanks. I kinda missed this place.

It's always just Nate, Nate, Nate with you Trace. Your lust for him is putridly palpable. Don't bother saying "Hi" to me. I'm just pouting now.

I'm sorry Cat. But I doubt you are pouting??? I know of your "fondness" for me....

hanes white bikini. white, black and red jockey underwire. same jeans. tinkerbell glitter muscle tee. light blue thongs. sixteenth notes silver pendant. three silver bracelets. semi-punk two-pronged metal/vinyl belt. stop complaining. last week i walked around downtown in jeans in 100+ degree weather in portland. portland never gets this hot, and it's friggin' may. right now, it's 87 degrees on my back patio, which faces east and is covered. it's only 2:18 pm.

Hi Pwz. It's 55 degrees here

I'm wearing denim shorts and a pink wifebeater and a big smile now that I see Trace is back:)

Hey. Trace wears Haggar slacks.

my outfit is something i would wear normaly, but because i'm wearing it at work it becomes ugly, ugly office work clothes. wine red (burgundy?) light but warm long sleeve guy's top. My fav. Goes with both "nice" clothes and good old surplus store pants as well. Shows off the boobs. Great under t-shirts during winter. And all this joy bought at WalMart for $5. ankle length black satin skirt, with same burgundy colour fabric front panel that is layered under black lace. Hard to describe, but I made it myself ;) the usual clunky boots have been replaced in the office by lousy 3 hole docs. My only 'good' shoes. I've had them since '94. Obviously, i never was one of those crazy shoe fetish girls. I own 4 pairs, i think that's still too many. and today i have come to work with no glasses. Yes, for the first time in 3 years the people of the cubicles will see the piercing i've been hiding. I had no choice. The piercing and i, we've been in a bit of a fight lately. It gave me a choice- my glasses go, or it goes. The glasses are worn in the day to cover the piercing. The piercing is much too proud for this. It gets irritated. It threatens to grow out. It drove the ultimatum home last night by starting to bleed for no reason. It's such a fucking bitch, but it's finally won. I offer it my congratulations. oh yeah, and Old Spice makes me antsy as all hell. YUM

where is this piercing?

I have to use the word "panties" when I'm talking dirty. I mean, what else can you say? "Take my underwear off with your teeth" sounds kinda flat. I hate "pussy". ew. It really makes me feel quite icky.

it lies between my eyes Nate, where the nose meets the forehead. The nose bridge, as it's called. A very irritated 16g barbell. Was a 14g ring once, but no longer. We do not get along. I hope this offering of peace will calm it, finally. I could find a pic but i'm too damn lazy.

...and i have no problem with 'pussy'. Stink Wallet, on the other hand, i could do without.

stink wallet. damn. my piercing argued with a lot of friendlies. that's an old story.

oh my thats funny. pussy is ok.....cat have you tried taking off the "y" puss or poooo are little more soft and sweet.

cat says 'cunt'. she has no need for the word 'pussy'.

i hate both of those words. today: gray knee length stretch skirt short sleeved vneck brown tshirt knee-hi red and black striped socks a la wicked witch short black cowboy boots again this man that i work with at the library laughed at me today. i said, "are you laughing at my socks?" and he said, "you don't surprise me anymore, but you still amuse me." i told him that i could live with that. anything to add a little spice to the boring state worker day, for crying out loud.

oh, and: welcome back trace and pjboy and petrock! rool!

Blue soft stretchy bootleg jeans, black socks, black pumas (i need them for the print floor - they're just so much more comfy, black undies and bra, grey singlet thing and bright pink furry jersey. I dont like cunt either. Pussy is fine.

Have you heard of the new douche? It's called SSY and it takes the PU out of pussy. Thank You, Thank You, next show at noon.

Navy blue, long-sleeved, empire-waisted, knee-length dress Blue stockings Same blue shoes as yesterday Non-annoying underwear Silver hoop earrings Scapular Happy perfume Eyeliner and lip stain, which I also put on my cheeks to make rosy. I highly recommend lip stain (either Philosophy's The Supernaturals or L'Oreal's) for anyone who hates lipstick but wants some color.

not a god damn thing.

HI J & AGATHA! TOday, grey slacks, pinstripe dress shirt, black socks and black dress shoes (I need new low quaters)...... Silver watch (I have a dozen watches, and change them depending on what I am doing and wearing).

Oh yeah, and at least you are comfortable Nate. Just stop that or you'll go blind

i have one watch and i never ever change it even though it's totally inappropriate for many situations. and if it wasn't this watch i wouldn't wear one.

Special watch?

don't worry, i'll stop when i turn japanese. now i'm wearing grey jockey boxers and black socks with little tan diamonds. now i'm wearing khaki's and a black knit tshirt. now i'm wearing black buckled slip-ons.

i was wearing green fatigue pants but i take em off when i sit at my computer. so a bright yellow v-neck t-shirt and a chain around my ankle.

if "cunt", "pussy", and "stink wallet" are no good...what do you you use? agatha? Im just curious. today im wearing these brown somewhat baggy slacks/pants. somewhat like UPS worker pants, thriftstore variety. white tee, and an unbuttoned brownish gray bowling shirt. tennis shoes. no underwear as usual and black rimmed dork glasses. semi messy hair.

I used to have a web page called "Call It Cunt" and there was a 4 page list of different things we call our coochies. My whole point of it though is that every little feminist with her jockey for her white panties clinging real tight gets offended by the word cunt...and my arguement was, that in doing that, you give power to the word as a negative. Use it in positive conotation, take it back as your own..and well..it won't have that same patriarchal meaning. Cuntcunnnycccccccunt. It rolls.

you're so sexy

I'm wearing my lover's underwear. Long story there. Also khaki pants, black T-shirt, silver wristwatch, socks, sneakers. And a big grin, not completely unrelated to the underwear situation.

I've been called alot of names,but if somebody calls me a cunt to my face,jail or not they'd get an ass kicking,and that's a promise.I call mine a wussy.

i generally use the word "vagina". sometimes i tell cleo to wash her cootchie, but i use the word vagina with her as well. thanks for asking!

i would never use the word cootchie with a child. not a judgement, mind you. just how that word is arranged in my head. like twat. that's some people's childhood name. that's a word i didn't learn for a long time.

vagina is so unsexy though, but i understand with a child in your life.

OOO I am confused, I thought cleo was her cat

No,she's a real cute 7 year old girl,Agatha's and Dave's daughter.

I remember now, from her blotter or some kind of web page bbs...... I don't know why but I could have sworn she was a dark calico cat........ BTW, my daughter is turning 7 Sunday. And my wife calls it a hoo hoo (when she is being cute), tinkle spot when she is talking to the girls in a clinical manner (you need to wash your tinkle spot or you need to stop touching your tinkle spot in public or close your legs when your are in a dress, i can see your tinkle spot.

this might spark opinions because i know the production didn't go real well..but Eve Ensler's The Vagina Monologues makes some really good points about how women view their bodies. How we don't talk about our "vaginas" and how we tend to see them as dirty subjects. My mom and I never discussed things like that. Hell, when I started my period at age 16 I was frightened to tell her I did..like that meant I was dirty or something. I go through phases with what I call it though. When I'm being cutsey its my coocoo or coochie, I use the word cunt often (although I avoid actually calling someone a cunt--insult to the word), and yet my favvvvvvvvvvorite name.. via Tom Robbins... peachfish.

I am never heard that one, but I like it...

Eve Ensler is a sexist craphead.

Who is eve ensler?

i agree nate. hey kalliope read this about the vagina monologues. I may have posted this recently....but perhaps you missed it. from salon by Camile Paglia On to another controversy: Eve Ensler's "The Vagina Monologues, which this column has rejected as a reactionary piece of victim-obsessed paleofeminism. I was delighted to receive a response from one of the leading figures of the sexual revolution, the artist and sexologist Betty Dodson, a foremother of the pro-sex wing of feminism that revived in the 1990s. Dodson agreed with my statement that Ensler is the new Andrea Dworkin: "Eve is the Barbie Doll version of Andrea. It's so very toxic, and no one sees it." She kindly gave permission for me to quote from her review of "The Vagina Monologues," available in full on her Web site. Dodson first saw "The Vagina Monologues" as an off-off-off Broadway play in 1996. She had been told that the author and one-woman performer, Eve Ensler, was mentioning Dodson's pioneering sex workshops. But when she attended the play, Dodson heard only "a distorted view" of what she had been doing in her Bodysex Workshop for over 25 years. Ensler called it "The Vagina Workshop." Dodson insists, "Never in my wildest nightmares would I have ever considered using the word 'vagina.'" Dodson calls "one of the great sexual tragedies in history" Sigmund Freud's theory "that the clitoris is an infantile source of pleasure and that as a woman matures her sexual sensations are transferred to the vagina." From her practical experience as a counselor, Dodson feels that this theory has kept untold numbers of women from becoming orgasmic. Dodson maintains that the clitoris, with its "8,000 nerve endings," is woman's "primary sex organ." After the 1996 performance, Dodson confronted Ensler backstage about never mentioning the word "clitoris." Two years later, Dodson received two complimentary tickets from Ensler for the Ms. Foundation benefit performance of "The Vagina Monologues" at a New York ballroom. Now movie stars were part of the performance. Ensler again mentioned Dodson's name onstage and had also added "clitoris" to the text. But something had gone wrong: The format for "The Vagina Monologues" had dramatically changed. The audience was brought to a delirious high during the first half only to be dashed into hopeless despair during the second half. We were plunged down, drowning in a sea filled with the horrors of sexual violence against women. So what did I expect with the Ms. crew on board? They have never been able to talk about sex without bringing up rape, abuse, beatings, and genital mutilation. It was déjà vu. In the seventies, Ms. had held up publication of my article "Liberating Masturbation" for more than two years, fearing they'd lose subscriptions. Also it was Ms. who supported Woman Against Pornography in the eighties. The idea that feminists were pushing for the censorship of sexual entertainment forced many of us to feel the need to identify ourselves as pro-sex feminists. Now in the nineties they had done it again. "V" no longer stood for vagina. It stood for violence. Sex and violence, never sex and pleasure. Talking about sexual pleasure when there is so much sexual violence against women would be inappropriate, insensitive and politically incorrect. And who is to blame for all the sexual violence against women? According to Ms. and other fundamentalist feminists, it's still the patriarchy.... That night I wondered how men in the audience felt after being nailed as "the enemy." It's my bet that the men attending V-Day were all staunch supporters of equal rights for women. But here they were, faced with the same old male-bashing of the sixties and seventies. It's very difficult to criticize V-Day without sounding anti-woman or pro-violence. Dare we ask why so many feminists think women have cornered the market on being victimized by violence? Will we sound too insensitive in mentioning the violence caused by poverty, hunger, and wars that affect women, men and children of both genders? Are we to ignore all the wives who verbally abuse and dominate husbands? Shall we pretend there are no mothers who all too frequently raise a hand to punish their children? This past February, Dodson attended the V-Day benefit held at New York's Madison Square Garden, where Ensler's monologues were read by 100 women, including stars like Oprah Winfrey, Jane Fonda, Glenn Close, Claire Danes and Marisa Tomei. There was now "big corporate sponsorship," and the play was being performed "in hundreds of colleges and universities here and abroad." Dodson declares: That night at Madison Square Garden I felt violated when I realized "The Vagina Monologues" and V-Day had become a bait and switch operation. The ruse is to get everyone excited about hearing famous women saying the words "vagina," "clitoris," and "cunt," only to bring us down with statistics about rape and the sexual abuse of women ... This powerful venue, Madison Square Garden, sends us home feeling guilty about all the women in Africa, Bosnia and Afghanistan who are being raped, tortured and genitally mutilated. Many leave with the false belief that all the millions raised will actually end sexual violence against women ... .. Eve is no longer the disarming young woman delivering her monologues. She has become an evangelical minister shouting and gesturing and admonishing us to demand an end to violence against women, as the crowd roars in agreement. Toward the end of the evening, Eve asked everyone who'd ever been raped to stand up. There was a smattering of women standing where I was sitting. Then she asked for those women who had been beaten to stand. Many more stood up. Finally she asked all those to stand who knew any woman who'd been raped or beaten, which included most of the audience. I refused to stand as an insignificant protest, knowing she would never ask those of us who had never been raped or beaten and who loved having orgasms to stand. That's the main problem with V-Day. Women end up celebrating sexual violence and not the creative or regenerative pleasures of erotic love. Ending violence is a worthy cause, and I'm all for it. But consistently equating sex with violence offers no solution. \

women never talk about their vaginas? what the hell is there to talk about? It's down there. Cotton and dicks go into it. Hey mom, please pass the salt. I've never openly discussed the nature of my genitals within the sisterhood of 'womyn'. I've never felt the need to. did i say vagina? i meant slop-gash.

"Cotton and dicks go into it" thank you.

erotic, aint i? hey, a girl's gotta accessorize

I just thought of a new euphemism for fucking just now: "The Homecoming Parade"

im willing to pitch in to get sem some.

get sem some what?

Get me some more money, I'm broke. Thinking about ditching my long-distance service and selling off some musical equipment I don't use at all. I'd go to this financial advisor my co-worker keeps telling me about but I can't afford the price of the consultation.

i can give you financial advice, sem.

I'd take him up on that Sem.

whooooo.... the same old jeans. white bikini. white sports bra. men's white t-shirt. red hooded zipup sweater. jafra "reflections" cologne. and i'm not a feminist. jockey does not make good women's undies. i wear hanes because they're comfy. sexy=comfy all the way. how can a girl act sexy if she's got a perma-wedgie from fer thong riding up her ass? i can hardly act sexy even when i'm most comfy. maybe because i'm young. dweeeeeeee.

i'm wearing tan shorts with bright orange zipper and velcro shit all over. i don't know why. i really like them. blue boxers. i'm cleaning. exciting!

my old leather jacket. a new short sleeve shirt with buttons I bought from Meijer. Gray-green slacks. Gray socks. Doctor Scholl's shoes. Fruit of the Loom boxer briefs. I am wearing this ensemble on a sunday afternoon because I just came back from joining a dating service. It is looking like the best option for me to meet ladies right now, and I really like their system, plus they went out of their way to help me, too. More on this as it develops.

light yellow pj's with bright yellow ducks. its cold..

ha hah. you got winter.

Guess stretch black jeans with flare bottoms, belt, Nike runners, Guess jean jacket hip length, orange tie die t-shirt, Gucci watch, gold hoop earings, make-up. Black undershirt, pink bra, dark red hip hugger panties.

White semi-button-down (you know what I'm talking about?) 3/4-length sleeve shirt Knee-length skirt that's twirly (i.e., not a-line) that's reddish-pink with pink polka-dots. Cute. White shoes that look like Dutch clogs in the toe The face is the usual, except with a little white eyeshadow today. Hair down.

Ratty underwear "Oh My God They Killed Kenny" t-shirt Adidas beach sandals with the little pointy things in the soles. I feel like ass today. Sore throat, no energy, alternating between freezing and burning up. Sucks being sick.

dating service sem?

yep we got winter. Saw snow yesterday when we drove from the east coast to the west coast to pick the boy up who has injured his feets tramping. Last night the moon looked amazing. It had this huge ring around it which apparently means bad weather is coming. Today comfy worn light blue bootlegs, black socks, undies and bra, white t-shirt, bright pinkish jersey with tassels off the sleeves (3/4). Cute and furry.

ring around the moon = COLD AS FUCK. well, here at least, that's what it means.

it's the same down there, except the ring spins in the other direction.

i would like financial advice. i'm wearing a necklace i made many years ago with tiny black and silver beads; the pendant is a gorgeous black and white seashell i found. also the sombrero bracelet i scored in austin, bra, black v-neck t-shirt, short grey skirt, black payless mules, purple speckly toenailpolish. i finally can fit back into my size 6 jeans, meaning i can get them on and zipped up - they are fine in the waist but still much too tight in the ass and thighs, which is just no okay with me at all. tomorrow i'm supposed to quit my job and the reality of all of this is just starting to hit, moving sales, packing, shipping, goodbyes, and i'm pissed off about something though i'm not entirely sure what and fuckity fuck fuck it was a weird week.

sarah! dish immediately!

i can't now i've ingested narcotics and will be sleeping momentarily. i'll be wearing my abdominal brace. i cut a little stitch that i found poking out my belly button this morning. creepy. i'll write more tomorrow after i actually go and do the actual quitting part. which i'm not sure how quite to do something like that. i'll wing it, unless someone has some suggestions. goodnight. happy drugs.

make sure to write a nice letter of resignation thanking them for the opportunity, and give praise to the company where appropriate. good luck.

set fire to your desk after taking a big crap on your boss's.

Put tape on the mouthpieces of the phones,bring some superglue and get creative.

I was being serious. Now I feel like a dork when I read all the other creative ideas. Shit. I do everything wrong.

by giving the right answer, you gave us all life. thank you agatha.

I cried when I handed in my resignation on Tuesday. Then my boss gave me a hug. And said good on me for going for the opportunity. Today I asked her if she wanted me to freelance part time on the one part of the job they actually need me for (about five or so hours a week). She said yes please. So that will pay some bills. Yay.

Make sure and bill for at least twice the hourly rate you were getting as an employee.

definitely. agatha stop spanking yourself with the newspaper after your posts. don't benchmark by anyone else. i got used to feeling stupid a long time ago, its no so bad.

Have I spanked myself more than once? I must be feeling insecure. It's this damn job I am waiting to hear back about. Bastards.

you are always self-deprecating about your posts and how you have nothing interesting to say, which i firmly disagree with.

wow. didn't realize i did that. thanks for pointing that out. i actually am interesting in real life, i would say. can you tell my boss is sick today?

i wasnt being a dick was i?

not at all. i seem to be having difficulty getting anything done today.

If you have to ask... So, for Patrick's elucidation, dating service. I joined one. Going in Saturday for photos and videos. The way it works is you go through the library of members, pick out the ones you want to meet and fill out some card. Then the service contacts them for you, telling them some one has picked them out. The person then comes in and reviews your profile, looks at your video, and so on, and they can decide whether

I have difficulty getting anything done every day.

me too. furthermore, why do i have trouble doing business with a a store named "The Pink Zone"?

that's an awesome store, actually, even though it has a cheesy name. cleo got her ears pierced by a giant dyke named lisa at the pink zone, she used to be an elementary school teacher.

yeah its sounds neato...but the name sucks.

My post got clipped. Funny. AH, not important.

moonit, why did you quit? and why did you cry?

a friend of mine was told he'd have to come back later to get his ears pierced at the pink zone. I think it's a dumb store. I hate most of the crap on broadway.

i'm with you on that. dick's and orpheum. that's about it.

well, that's because lisa the gentle piercer had moved on to more lucrative piercing pastures. she was awesome, i tell you.

needle, i hope.

pink is my favorite color. does anyone know anything about tattoo removal?

its expensive and painful. according to my friend Melis. I quit because half the time I didn't get paid, and I was annoyed with the direction the company was heading - the screaming matches between my bosses and the financial controller guy - theres an 'out of the frying pan into the fire thread' that I ramble on in. I cried because I've known these people for 10 odd years, and because I enjoyed working there. Although it will make things a bit less 'i need space' with me and the boy. (he worked there too along with my mumma).

why not just get the tattoo covered over? what the hell is the Pink Zone? Cheetos Chrunchy are yummy. So is Rufus Wainwright's new cd, and so is he. Got into a rather intense discussion/confesion session with the s.o. a few days ago. i told him he has an internet problem. He told me i have one too. i told him he spends too much time on certain message boards. He told me i spend too much time on this one. i've never even spoken about this place to another human. i just stared at him and... bah, nevermind. I'm sick of thinking of it. all is well though, rest assured, i remain in love. and what i'm wearing is of no importance.

the Pink Zone is a sex/alternative/piercing/tattoo joint in seattle. i was just looking at a review of the new Rufus cd, and he is a very attractive man. The fact remains i have a better shot at him that you do there missy.

shut the fuck up, you. at the show he had on tight red flare pants and a leather vest with nothing underneath. 'Want' rose off the crowd thick as the cigarette smoke. Much like crimson & the delivery man, I thought my gay guy pal was going to have a stroke. It was funny. And ever so painful. Zang boy, ZANG

on a wholly (un)related note, I am wearing a orange-purple-brown paisley button-down and very dark green cords. The shirt isn't as bad as it sounds. honest.

You know what I'm wearing? Light blue cotton pajama bottoms that I sleep in. Plain long-sleeved black cotton shirt that I sleep in. Old black shoes that I described way up there somewhere. No makeup. I washed my pajamas last night and wore something else to bed, so they're not skanky. I knew I was going to come to work dang early this morning (7:45!) so I wanted to be comfy today. I'm really tired. Tom, are you a new Tom or our old Tom?

currently, i am wearing: hideous bright blue nomeansno tshirt (dave's) loose black cotton pajama pants with cat hair all over them fluffy black slippers crap in my eyes i called in sick today to take cleo on a tour of the neighborhood school. i'm the worst liar, when i called, this woman patty that i work with was expressing concern for cleo and i said, "she's not really sick, i just have to take her somewhere." doh.

tan cords, a white tee that says "Dallas" ...and it's cursive font spurs a certain flair! Like, itssssssss DALLASSSSSSSS!!!!!! or lets go tooooooo DALLASSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!! black socks, and red stripped thong panties.

i'm wearing my jammies. pink gingham nightshirt, knee-length, w/ a single pocket. the pocket has little pink hearts all over it. yeah, it's nearly noon. yeah, i'm still in my jammies. sue me. really, i'll get dressed sometime today.

what the fuck, patrick. i'm wearing an aura of anticipation.

i'm going to spend $100 on a skirt. it has cowgirls on it, who are wearing 10 gallon cowboy hats and riding horses and slinging a lasso. that's what i'm saying.

you ARE moving to Texas lil lady.

I'm wearing a suit and tie. But in about ten minutes I'm going to be wearing a red T shirt, jeans and sneakers instead.

Clark's brown nubuck shoes Brown socks Tan Dockers Red Flannel Shirt Note to self: It's really stupid to wear a flannel shirt in summer.

jeans. '70s style scoop neck top (orange), hi-top sneakers, mauve undies, pepto-pink strapless bra. opal earrings. a rhinestone ring the size of god. a veritable orgy of neon pastels. told you i'd get dressed today.

jim rose circus t-shirt ye olde surplus pants unmatching socks for Costco and hatred for the ex. i was rudely reminded of his existence today and it upset me so, i went out and bought smokes to compensate. Sad 'cause i really only needed one. In general i'm doing okay with this quitting thing. No really, i am.

nobody in the world has a dress like the one i am wearing. that's because i made it. it's a house dress. it's got blue and purple and yellow little flowers on a pink background, a scoop neck and one patch pocket. also wearing underpants and bra with little brown speckles, from when i do the roots. green suede Clarks 3-strip sandals. pink toenail polish. i am in the house.

White Nylon Reeboks. White sox. Faded Levi's. And, my favorite Tee shirt that says "I've used up all of my Sick Day's so I'm calling in Dead!" Today it's more truthfull than usual.

a trite smile it all can be good at least for a while face piles of trials with miles of smiles have a nice day y'all :0)

Nice blue shirt khakies comforatable shoes. But of course, I had my picture taken today.

a pair of promotional boxers i got working at the record store, a band called Timbuk 3, they say "a hundred lovers". slippers the mrs. got me in chinatown..a stinky white tee. i think i'll go have a BH, it is early

i'm wearing a hospital band. and cranberry juice. and a shitload of antibiotics. today i am truly a woman, for i have my first urine infection. A nasty one at that. Nasty enough for me to drive to the hospital at 4am. A stunning end to a stunning week, and the day isn't even over yet.

Oh you poor thing. I've got duck pj's on and thick red socks. It snowed last night and its -1. There isnt very much snow tho, not even enough to cover the grass.

aww fuck... i miss snow. I really, really miss it. grey dress pants, tight black top with silvery flower vines all over, black blouse overtop. someobodys got a case of the mondays

I look fine today, I think. I have black slacks and a linen, off-white dress shirt with teh sleeves rooled up. Need to do laundry though.

wisper, i just watched "office space" last night. it was hilarious.

black tassel jersey thing, grey comfy cotton pants and a kitten wrapped around my arm. The ultimate fashion accessory.

simple generic tennis shoes tan socks tan cords white tee shirt black and white striped thongs tickling my tushy.

I'm all in blue, and I have a new haircut. It's still black, though.

What does it look like?

It's a little longer than my chin, and the ends turn out. My bangs are short and straight, except right now they're messy.

Sounds pretty cute. No wonder guys are tripping over themselves to be around you.

i have hair that's a little longer than my chin, too, sem. really i do. i'm brown today. i'm wearing a long sleeve button up shirt of the type you'd wear a tie with. & khakis. i'm going to pick someone up at the train station at 6:21pm today. i have tomorrow off.

Nate, I told you we were two peas in a pod. But I bet you're cuter than I am.

i doubt i am cuter than you. the hair i have that is a little longer than my chin grows from my chin.