"You can't wear a flowered shirt every day..."

I was standing around in B.'s kitchen as he made dinner (grilled chicken with barbecue sauce, noodles alfredo, and corn on the cob). Ostensibly, my purpose in being there was to watch the MTV Movie Awards, but the truth was that I simply wanted to cadge a meal off of someone (I had a migraine earlier ( Read more... )

My waist is 31 inches (I think) and I want to buy PVC pants (they're on sale). Do I purchase the 30 or the 32?

I wanted such silly little things from a relationship.

One of which was to have someone around to appreciate and give me advice on my wardrobe.

This afternoon is the premature birthday celebration for two of my friends, H. and L. As has always been the case in my peer group, birthdays are celebrated not with gifts, but rather with eating. ( Read more... )

You know I'm digging into the dregs of my clean clothing when I'm wearing my Elvis boxers. Don't get me wrong, I have no moral qualms with wearing boxers purchased at Graceland (quite the contrary, in fact). I don't mind that they have been dyed such a saturated tomato red that they almost glow. I'm not even bothered by the rather eccentric ( Read more... )