I need like, a shoe-shelf
It's bizzare, when I sit back and reflect upon it. I've always, always considered myself an unfeminine tomboy, a total loss when it comes to all matters feminine. It's been a core part of my identity, damn it. But that's an identity that I've carved out for myself since puberty hit. Whatever it is that I've carved, it's awkward and ill-fitting now. I'm not the same person that I was at 13. (Heck, I'd probably be extremely irritated with my 13-year old self, if faced with her today. 13 year olds are... trying.) I'm 26 now, twice that age, and I've changed.
I like clothes. Boy, howdy, do I like clothes. I'm equally likely to drop too much money on new shoes or shirts as I am to buy video games or computer parts. Hell, I like shoes, all of a sudden. I used to loudly proclaim that the idea of having a zillion pairs of shoes is stupid. Functionality before form! ...but if I can get lots of functional shoes that have nice form, well, I'm willing to change my position... I fuss with my hair. I'm FINALLY figuring out make up. I'm... girly.
At least, I'm damned girly in comparison to all the guys I find myself hanging around with. Not a hard thing to accomplish when you've got, say, boobs, but.... dwuh, Gaz dropped a notch or two on my esteem-o-meter when he admitted that he'd just dress all in black every day of the week given the chance, as it was easier. And he's lucky I didn't bonk him with something when he started to crank about his mom's "bad" cooking. "Bad" being defined as "has different-colored vegetables in it". The boy seems to have some kind of fixation on everything having an unwavering consistancy, wether it's his wardrobe or his shephard's pie.
I suppose that's veering onto a slightly different topic, though. Ugh, boys. I'm tired of boys. Very, very tired. Where are all the men, exactly? Hiding in the couch cushions? Not that I'm in any hurry to go and pair myself off or anything, but hey. I'm a mature woman in the prime of my life, some things can't be entirely helped. Nothing wrong with a bit of healthy desire, wink-wink nudge-nudge eybrow-waggley-waggle.
Buuuuuuut for now, it does feel good to be free and unburdened by boy-type obligations. I'll be taking off for Florida in a few days, and for once it's just to hang out and have fun and meet up with friends. Only that. No stress, no strain. It feels fantastic, I'll have you know.
Lemme know if anyone wants a tacky souvenir! :D
I like clothes. Boy, howdy, do I like clothes. I'm equally likely to drop too much money on new shoes or shirts as I am to buy video games or computer parts. Hell, I like shoes, all of a sudden. I used to loudly proclaim that the idea of having a zillion pairs of shoes is stupid. Functionality before form! ...but if I can get lots of functional shoes that have nice form, well, I'm willing to change my position... I fuss with my hair. I'm FINALLY figuring out make up. I'm... girly.
At least, I'm damned girly in comparison to all the guys I find myself hanging around with. Not a hard thing to accomplish when you've got, say, boobs, but.... dwuh, Gaz dropped a notch or two on my esteem-o-meter when he admitted that he'd just dress all in black every day of the week given the chance, as it was easier. And he's lucky I didn't bonk him with something when he started to crank about his mom's "bad" cooking. "Bad" being defined as "has different-colored vegetables in it". The boy seems to have some kind of fixation on everything having an unwavering consistancy, wether it's his wardrobe or his shephard's pie.
I suppose that's veering onto a slightly different topic, though. Ugh, boys. I'm tired of boys. Very, very tired. Where are all the men, exactly? Hiding in the couch cushions? Not that I'm in any hurry to go and pair myself off or anything, but hey. I'm a mature woman in the prime of my life, some things can't be entirely helped. Nothing wrong with a bit of healthy desire, wink-wink nudge-nudge eybrow-waggley-waggle.
Buuuuuuut for now, it does feel good to be free and unburdened by boy-type obligations. I'll be taking off for Florida in a few days, and for once it's just to hang out and have fun and meet up with friends. Only that. No stress, no strain. It feels fantastic, I'll have you know.
Lemme know if anyone wants a tacky souvenir! :D