Nothing special.
Right. So I've never been one for facial piercings... not on myself, anyhow. They're alright on other people.... well.. depending, of course.
Anyhow, I've got these teensy little ears. And for years now, I've wanted to pierce them a bunch, to accentuate this characteristic of them. But now that I think about it, I'm not going to do that. Instead, I'm going to just get one dangly cross earring. Oh yes. Just-like-George-Michaels's. Not because of him...as LOVELY as I find him...but because I like it.
Also, I've been, for some time now, meaning to put together an arsenal of clothing that could be equated to or described as the male version of Chanel. I mean in the way of white and black shirt(s) (God knows I have them.) and plenty of white and black pearls. No biggie.
I still really want my beetlejuice pants though. The full suit would be dandy enough, but I've always pictured the pants (Slightly highwater cut, and plenty of good, colourful socks to go along with them. Yay for my new Mona Lisa w/lipstick and nail polish and Vincent Van Gogh socks, by the way.) with that old Cure "boys don't cry" shirt and a pair of black penny loafers. The greaser sort. Not the churchy looking ones with that terrible fringe on them. Good lord. The thing is this... for the life of me... I cannot find the shirt in white, with black print. You know. Like the original version.
Of course, also, I'm always on the lookout for more and more gaudy rings and necklaces.
I finally picked up a decent enough book on french today, so I can begin teaching myself how to speak it. I've already started. It's not the one I would have liked to find, which would be the one Jessica described to me... but it's a decent enough one, thorough enough, seemingly, and what can I say? I'm too motivated to waste time trying to find one exact book. I can always do that later, if this one proves to be not as rewarding as I would have preferred.
Anyhow, on sunday, I will go to Seattle, and see the person who is tied with Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds for the position of my favorite musician of all time. David Bowie. It will surely be a forever-memorable night. I am.......very.......very.......very.......very.......very.......very.......very.......excited and very happy about this.
~fin~
Anyhow, I've got these teensy little ears. And for years now, I've wanted to pierce them a bunch, to accentuate this characteristic of them. But now that I think about it, I'm not going to do that. Instead, I'm going to just get one dangly cross earring. Oh yes. Just-like-George-Michaels's. Not because of him...as LOVELY as I find him...but because I like it.
Also, I've been, for some time now, meaning to put together an arsenal of clothing that could be equated to or described as the male version of Chanel. I mean in the way of white and black shirt(s) (God knows I have them.) and plenty of white and black pearls. No biggie.
I still really want my beetlejuice pants though. The full suit would be dandy enough, but I've always pictured the pants (Slightly highwater cut, and plenty of good, colourful socks to go along with them. Yay for my new Mona Lisa w/lipstick and nail polish and Vincent Van Gogh socks, by the way.) with that old Cure "boys don't cry" shirt and a pair of black penny loafers. The greaser sort. Not the churchy looking ones with that terrible fringe on them. Good lord. The thing is this... for the life of me... I cannot find the shirt in white, with black print. You know. Like the original version.
Of course, also, I'm always on the lookout for more and more gaudy rings and necklaces.
I finally picked up a decent enough book on french today, so I can begin teaching myself how to speak it. I've already started. It's not the one I would have liked to find, which would be the one Jessica described to me... but it's a decent enough one, thorough enough, seemingly, and what can I say? I'm too motivated to waste time trying to find one exact book. I can always do that later, if this one proves to be not as rewarding as I would have preferred.
Anyhow, on sunday, I will go to Seattle, and see the person who is tied with Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds for the position of my favorite musician of all time. David Bowie. It will surely be a forever-memorable night. I am.......very.......very.......very.......very.......very.......very.......very.......excited and very happy about this.
~fin~