In Which We're Gonna Talk About My Clothes!
I'm wearing knee socks, I'm wearing knee socks! They're black, and I love them. I have white ones too, and black lace thigh high stockings. And white stockings with bows. I'm building a collection. My current desires are cute little Shilo outfits and a school girl outfit. I got a new short black petticoat a few weeks ago and it's so adorable. I have to stop going on ebay, tho, cause I wind up with jewelery. I think I have a cameo coming, and a scarab that Jack is going to make into a chocker for me. I also got adventureous at Victoria's Secret, but that's between me and the Goddess.
I never used to love clothes this much. But now that I'm dressing up for Jack, and for myself, I always feel better. My dresses (I wear dresses all spring and summer, I'm not a shorts kinda gal) are unique and help me decide who I'll be on any given day. Black skirt, petticoat, boots, stockings? Shilo all the way! Jean skirt, frilly blouse? Esme day! Long purple dress, well...that's just me.
Spring Break is just about over, which means back to classes! Second half of semester should be a bit smoother, especially since we finished rape last week in Deviance, so the darkness is behind me. Also, the big paper in the class I'm most worried about? Yeah, it's definately a fictional story about a 19 year old unwed semi-prostitute mother in 1899 London who is up for sterilization. Can I get a hell ya! Larissa and Vivica are ready to roll, all I need is a quiet Sunday night.
I've been writing up a storm as well, I have four short stories put together in envelopes to mail to magazines once the post office is open again. I'm on the road to becoming real author, not just a writer. So Jack can be all cool and naval, and I can write, and maybe teach kindergarden.
This whole trying to plan your life in two months this is stressful. But I'm going to class everyday, dressed, so that's gotta count for something.
And very cutely dressed, as well. Knee socks for the win!
I never used to love clothes this much. But now that I'm dressing up for Jack, and for myself, I always feel better. My dresses (I wear dresses all spring and summer, I'm not a shorts kinda gal) are unique and help me decide who I'll be on any given day. Black skirt, petticoat, boots, stockings? Shilo all the way! Jean skirt, frilly blouse? Esme day! Long purple dress, well...that's just me.
Spring Break is just about over, which means back to classes! Second half of semester should be a bit smoother, especially since we finished rape last week in Deviance, so the darkness is behind me. Also, the big paper in the class I'm most worried about? Yeah, it's definately a fictional story about a 19 year old unwed semi-prostitute mother in 1899 London who is up for sterilization. Can I get a hell ya! Larissa and Vivica are ready to roll, all I need is a quiet Sunday night.
I've been writing up a storm as well, I have four short stories put together in envelopes to mail to magazines once the post office is open again. I'm on the road to becoming real author, not just a writer. So Jack can be all cool and naval, and I can write, and maybe teach kindergarden.
This whole trying to plan your life in two months this is stressful. But I'm going to class everyday, dressed, so that's gotta count for something.
And very cutely dressed, as well. Knee socks for the win!