D'ja ever . . . ?
I'm not sure what my problem is, but the last few days I've been feeling kinda . . . its like when you get all excited about something that's coming up or you think is gonna happen, you are all ready and you just know its going to be incredible. And then its not. Or it just doesn't happen at all. Maybe its just Spring fever. Whatever it is, its throwing off my game.
I was watching How Do I Look? the other day (don't ask me why I like that show, I just do) and there was this woman on there. She was a grandmother, probably in her 60's, and her two daughters had had it with the way she dressed. They called her a barfly, but that was just because they didn't want to actually call their mother trashy. Apparently, she went over the edge once she was divorced and was trying to not act her age. Her outfit was just crazy. She had on this loud leopardy print tank top of some crinkly, yet clingy fabric with a deep plunging vee neck, a short (and I mean short) jean skirt, black fishnet stockings and these boots. They were flat, but chunky, knee-high beige suede, with a furry inside and they laced up the front. Even if you were so misguided as to wear such things, why would you put them with that outfit? I almost felt sorry for her, because her daughters were basically telling her she was an embarrassment to them. Did I mention her yellowy red frizzy hair? Poor lady. They did make her look much better, but then she really wasn't a matched set with her leather covered, pony-tailed, biker bar boyfriend. *shudder*
Anyway, it made me wonder. Is that me? I mean I don't wear those kinda clothes (I hope), but am I wondering around aimlessly trying to recapture my lost youth. I don't know why, cause I really wasn't having that much fun back then. *big sigh* Maybe this is just Spring fever, feeling all wild and crazy one day and then all sad, lonely and depressed the next. I definitely need to go do something really fun. But what?
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WILLOW: You really *do* need to find the fun, B.
BUFFY: I'm way off my game. My game's left the country. It's in Cuernavaca.
ANGEL: During the depression. Ah, my depression. I was depressed there.
XANDER: Are you talking to me hoping that I'll get so depressed that I'll impale myself on a fork right in front of you?
I was watching How Do I Look? the other day (don't ask me why I like that show, I just do) and there was this woman on there. She was a grandmother, probably in her 60's, and her two daughters had had it with the way she dressed. They called her a barfly, but that was just because they didn't want to actually call their mother trashy. Apparently, she went over the edge once she was divorced and was trying to not act her age. Her outfit was just crazy. She had on this loud leopardy print tank top of some crinkly, yet clingy fabric with a deep plunging vee neck, a short (and I mean short) jean skirt, black fishnet stockings and these boots. They were flat, but chunky, knee-high beige suede, with a furry inside and they laced up the front. Even if you were so misguided as to wear such things, why would you put them with that outfit? I almost felt sorry for her, because her daughters were basically telling her she was an embarrassment to them. Did I mention her yellowy red frizzy hair? Poor lady. They did make her look much better, but then she really wasn't a matched set with her leather covered, pony-tailed, biker bar boyfriend. *shudder*
Anyway, it made me wonder. Is that me? I mean I don't wear those kinda clothes (I hope), but am I wondering around aimlessly trying to recapture my lost youth. I don't know why, cause I really wasn't having that much fun back then. *big sigh* Maybe this is just Spring fever, feeling all wild and crazy one day and then all sad, lonely and depressed the next. I definitely need to go do something really fun. But what?
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WILLOW: You really *do* need to find the fun, B.
BUFFY: I'm way off my game. My game's left the country. It's in Cuernavaca.
ANGEL: During the depression. Ah, my depression. I was depressed there.
XANDER: Are you talking to me hoping that I'll get so depressed that I'll impale myself on a fork right in front of you?