Damn Live Journal.
K that wasn*t cool. I didn*t realize that when you join a community LJ automatically says that you are FRIENDS, and so everyone and their mother was reading journal entries that I meant for the people that *I* listed as FRIENDS. Not that LJ listed. WLEKRJLWER. Oh well, like it matters if the internet thinks im a bit looney :P
K, I think I might want to take up Belly dancing too. Or some ethnic dance.
And I hope Danny calls me back. Bah, my dreads are getting pretty phat, but I just don*t feel comfortable with them being so big. I want little ones, that will grow long, and I can still be ME, and style them into however I want them to be. I like dreads because you let them be, don*t put any chemical crap in them, you don*t have to straighten them, or curl them; I want my hair to be au natural.
I also want to redefine my style.. Which at the moment is really stale, and I have every right to be stale damnit, being post partum sucks. My back aches so bad and my body just doesn*t feel the same. I weigh less than I did before I got pregnant now, whoopdiedoo though! It*s kinda hard to find the kind of clothes I like here in Idaho.-I*m used to wearing Modish, Betty Paige, Toned down Glam, and Urban Chic sort of clothes; things I*d find on sale/clearance everywhere from Hot Topic to the Army Base and Wet Seal to Thrift Shop. And I remember the one time I dressed up to go out : EVERYBODY, yes EVERYBODY and their mother was wearing blue jeans, sweaters and docs. And here I am not even 2 weeks pregnant, wearing a V neck cleavage shirt, form fitting V tailed jean skirt, fishnet high thighs, and *as my dad calls them* "my minnie mouse shoes". And the minimal blue and black eye liner with grey shadow and glitter I was wearing made me look like a Gothic Ho-bag compared to all the shimmery J.Lo inspired made up faces. Damn did I feel so out of place and over dressed. I feel like a bum in blue jeans and a sweater for some strange reason though. I like hippy inspired clothes, except I don*t have a clue on what would look okay on me. So I appreciate it when Leo goes out and surprises me with clothes, because he knows me well enough, and probably better than I know my ownself. Well I*m being called upon again, see ya in a few.
K, I think I might want to take up Belly dancing too. Or some ethnic dance.
And I hope Danny calls me back. Bah, my dreads are getting pretty phat, but I just don*t feel comfortable with them being so big. I want little ones, that will grow long, and I can still be ME, and style them into however I want them to be. I like dreads because you let them be, don*t put any chemical crap in them, you don*t have to straighten them, or curl them; I want my hair to be au natural.
I also want to redefine my style.. Which at the moment is really stale, and I have every right to be stale damnit, being post partum sucks. My back aches so bad and my body just doesn*t feel the same. I weigh less than I did before I got pregnant now, whoopdiedoo though! It*s kinda hard to find the kind of clothes I like here in Idaho.-I*m used to wearing Modish, Betty Paige, Toned down Glam, and Urban Chic sort of clothes; things I*d find on sale/clearance everywhere from Hot Topic to the Army Base and Wet Seal to Thrift Shop. And I remember the one time I dressed up to go out : EVERYBODY, yes EVERYBODY and their mother was wearing blue jeans, sweaters and docs. And here I am not even 2 weeks pregnant, wearing a V neck cleavage shirt, form fitting V tailed jean skirt, fishnet high thighs, and *as my dad calls them* "my minnie mouse shoes". And the minimal blue and black eye liner with grey shadow and glitter I was wearing made me look like a Gothic Ho-bag compared to all the shimmery J.Lo inspired made up faces. Damn did I feel so out of place and over dressed. I feel like a bum in blue jeans and a sweater for some strange reason though. I like hippy inspired clothes, except I don*t have a clue on what would look okay on me. So I appreciate it when Leo goes out and surprises me with clothes, because he knows me well enough, and probably better than I know my ownself. Well I*m being called upon again, see ya in a few.