It's 9:25 on a Saturday morning, and I've already been up for two hours.
Fuck.
I had a really restless night which featured lots of dreams about my UK peeps. I now have the overwhelming desire to go over there and check up on everybody.
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Last night I got my new schedule for the Blood Bank, and I am on midnight shift for the next four weeks. Double fuck.
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I have turned into a High Maintenance Girlfriend. I am hoping that this is a temporary abberation caused by being temporarily crazy, and not the emergence of a true High Maintenance Girlfriend self that just never had a chance to come out before.
'Cause I mean, bitch please.
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I have to go clothes shopping soon. The very idea makes me want to stick a fetchingly accessorized hat-pin through my temple.
I hate women's clothes. I hate the fact that nothing fits. I hate the insane prices on everything. I hate that nothing ever has pockets and everything seems to be designed to show off the parts of my body I like the least. I hate the appalling things that count as "fashion" and the insipid colours and the roving salewomen who try to sneak up on me and gang-dress me in prints.
I may have to put a serious dent in my non-drinking just to get through it.
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I was watching somebody eat a doughnut at the streetcar stop the other day and I was thinking about how fascinated I am by watching strangers eat in public. I think it has to do with the fact that we have our eyes in the front of our head, when humans eat we are so focused on our food for those few minutes that we are completely oblivous to anything else around us. It's complete vulnerability. That fascinates me.
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On the other hand, I am in no way similarily fascinated by the prospect of strangers taking a dump.
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On the plus side, I am going to Puerto Rico in a couple of months. How bad can life be?
Fuck.
I had a really restless night which featured lots of dreams about my UK peeps. I now have the overwhelming desire to go over there and check up on everybody.
Last night I got my new schedule for the Blood Bank, and I am on midnight shift for the next four weeks. Double fuck.
I have turned into a High Maintenance Girlfriend. I am hoping that this is a temporary abberation caused by being temporarily crazy, and not the emergence of a true High Maintenance Girlfriend self that just never had a chance to come out before.
'Cause I mean, bitch please.
I have to go clothes shopping soon. The very idea makes me want to stick a fetchingly accessorized hat-pin through my temple.
I hate women's clothes. I hate the fact that nothing fits. I hate the insane prices on everything. I hate that nothing ever has pockets and everything seems to be designed to show off the parts of my body I like the least. I hate the appalling things that count as "fashion" and the insipid colours and the roving salewomen who try to sneak up on me and gang-dress me in prints.
I may have to put a serious dent in my non-drinking just to get through it.
I was watching somebody eat a doughnut at the streetcar stop the other day and I was thinking about how fascinated I am by watching strangers eat in public. I think it has to do with the fact that we have our eyes in the front of our head, when humans eat we are so focused on our food for those few minutes that we are completely oblivous to anything else around us. It's complete vulnerability. That fascinates me.
On the other hand, I am in no way similarily fascinated by the prospect of strangers taking a dump.
On the plus side, I am going to Puerto Rico in a couple of months. How bad can life be?
(no subject)
Date: 2004-11-13 06:46 am (UTC)He's sleeping, I'm wishing much pain on dentists everywhere so we're mostly ok. Can't speak for the rest, suspect they're mostly hungover though. ;o)
I hate that nothing ever has pockets
What is that all about?!
It infuriates me that we women are not allowed such a simple thing as a breast pocket in our coats. And why no pockets in our trousers? Skirts I can understand, but trousers need pockets dammit!
(no subject)
Date: 2004-11-13 09:26 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-11-13 12:39 pm (UTC)womens trousers are even worse here than in canada. they've also decided that they should *all* be made of thin synthetic material. not only do we not need pockets, we don't need warmth, or material that doesn't stink like a stale cunt.
(no subject)
Date: 2004-11-13 07:19 am (UTC)http://www.torrid.com ?
http://www.alight.com ?
(no subject)
Date: 2004-11-14 08:29 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-11-13 08:13 am (UTC)Yeah, I know - what the hell do I mean by that? I mean - I hate most of the clothes out there too - and one of the things a friend of mine pointed me to were salwar kameez's. Depending on the fabrics, they can be dressier than all hell or really casual, they're always comfortable, and they hide a multitude of things.
http://nielsenhayden.com/makinglight/archives/005740.html
http://www.eshakti.com/
(no subject)
Date: 2004-11-14 08:30 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-11-13 09:20 am (UTC)Because, obviously, they don't have eyes on their butts and get totally oblivious watching.
(no subject)
Date: 2004-11-14 08:28 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-11-13 09:29 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-11-13 01:44 pm (UTC)You sit in the dressing room - I wander and try to find things that I think are your style and just keep bringing them to you. Believe it or not - I LOVE that kind of thing. It's like playing dressup :)
(no subject)
Date: 2004-11-14 08:28 pm (UTC)Shopping
Date: 2004-11-14 09:29 pm (UTC)Dee.
Re: Shopping
Date: 2004-11-16 07:47 am (UTC)Sure, why not. I'll figure out when I can do it, and we'll have a dress-up-Siobhan session.
Re; Shopping
Date: 2004-11-17 07:45 pm (UTC)Dee.
(no subject)
Date: 2004-11-15 09:19 am (UTC)Just tell me what kind of clothes you're looking for and the price range you want to stay within.
If you're looking for office/interview wear, Reitman's is good. Very reasonable prices, and they sell stuff that looks stylish but not fussy and trendy.