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Dec. 13th, 2002
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A-Malling We Shall Go
Dec. 13th, 2002 03:26 pmKeep in mind here that right now I'm running on about empty, having given plasma yesterday, worked out last night, not gotten enough sleep, slept in a position other than my usual comfortable one, and not gotten a proper breakfast.
In the face of all this, I decide that going on the mass Temple trip to Wally's is a bright idea.
Right.
We stopped at the dollar store on 19th & Northern first, and by the time we were through there, I was exhausted and walking slowly. I was dragging by the time we got to the mall, and after finding Darkside's Christmas gift (mmm... black... shiny... see-through... dragons... sparkly dragons...) and helping Votania and Marx sort through pins for Votania's hat, and looking at craft supplies, I needed to sit down. Now.
There was fortunately a bench in the department, so I could.
After a little old lady had a seizure (she was with family, who knew that this was normal and what to do about it) we dragged on. Marx walks very fast.
By the time we were out of there, I was on the verge of a panic attack. We made it to the bus stop, after I realized that there were three primary reasons why thoughtless silliness bothers me so extensively: first, it's contagious, and I don't like myself that way and neither do other people; second, it's a Shawn thing; third, it's contagious to the younger set and I don't want to have to deal with it there either. Votania had a check to deposit, and popped into the bank. The bus got there before she got out, so we got home first. Fortunately someone vacated their seat for me, as I was falling-over tired.
Note: that dollar store has some really cool and pretty little ceramic boxes. Get.
In the face of all this, I decide that going on the mass Temple trip to Wally's is a bright idea.
Right.
We stopped at the dollar store on 19th & Northern first, and by the time we were through there, I was exhausted and walking slowly. I was dragging by the time we got to the mall, and after finding Darkside's Christmas gift (mmm... black... shiny... see-through... dragons... sparkly dragons...) and helping Votania and Marx sort through pins for Votania's hat, and looking at craft supplies, I needed to sit down. Now.
There was fortunately a bench in the department, so I could.
After a little old lady had a seizure (she was with family, who knew that this was normal and what to do about it) we dragged on. Marx walks very fast.
By the time we were out of there, I was on the verge of a panic attack. We made it to the bus stop, after I realized that there were three primary reasons why thoughtless silliness bothers me so extensively: first, it's contagious, and I don't like myself that way and neither do other people; second, it's a Shawn thing; third, it's contagious to the younger set and I don't want to have to deal with it there either. Votania had a check to deposit, and popped into the bank. The bus got there before she got out, so we got home first. Fortunately someone vacated their seat for me, as I was falling-over tired.
Note: that dollar store has some really cool and pretty little ceramic boxes. Get.
I set up a poll to see what people thought I should wear. Judging from the results, makeup is definitely in.
For those who didn't vote for that option, I note in passing that my usual style of makeup is subtle and natural and makes me look more gorgeous than usual in person, and makes me photograph well as well.
The sparkly shirt and the velvet button-down shirt are tied at the moment. They're both equally cool shirts. One of them is soft and pettable, with tempting mother-of-pearl buttons. I tend to wear it over a tank top, so I can expose as much or as little cleavage as I want, without danger of buttons doing Bad Things and leaving me far more exposed than I'd like. The other one is prickly and glittery and gorgeous.
Sadly, layering the two would be unlivable, from a comfort sense as well as fashion. If the sparkly shirt were only low-cut, I could do it. But no. Drat. Sorry,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hercules_dotcom. I'd like that too.
I note also that the two people who voted to have me wear a tank top also want me in the sack. Hmm. Motivations? Tank top generally goes with button-down shirt open overtop for my normal look.
Vinyl pants I wore to the last movie I saw with him, and are sadly infernally hot, while simultaneously being horribly chilling. Since I do have class directly afterwards, I think I'll give those a pass. Those pants (three hour movie + four hour class) = unhappy Azz.
I'm very much tempted to wear the swirly skirt, because I wore that to the non-date where we saw The Fellowship of the Ring. Continuity. That was a beautiful night. It's light, it's fluffy, it looks very good on me, he doesn't see it often, it has no pockets to collect stuff to ruin the line of the garment. I like it. It's pretty.
Everything listed, except for the khakis, the makeup, the velvet dress, and the disco ball dress is black, of course.
For those who didn't vote for that option, I note in passing that my usual style of makeup is subtle and natural and makes me look more gorgeous than usual in person, and makes me photograph well as well.
The sparkly shirt and the velvet button-down shirt are tied at the moment. They're both equally cool shirts. One of them is soft and pettable, with tempting mother-of-pearl buttons. I tend to wear it over a tank top, so I can expose as much or as little cleavage as I want, without danger of buttons doing Bad Things and leaving me far more exposed than I'd like. The other one is prickly and glittery and gorgeous.
Sadly, layering the two would be unlivable, from a comfort sense as well as fashion. If the sparkly shirt were only low-cut, I could do it. But no. Drat. Sorry,
hercules_dotcom. I'd like that too. I note also that the two people who voted to have me wear a tank top also want me in the sack. Hmm. Motivations? Tank top generally goes with button-down shirt open overtop for my normal look.
Vinyl pants I wore to the last movie I saw with him, and are sadly infernally hot, while simultaneously being horribly chilling. Since I do have class directly afterwards, I think I'll give those a pass. Those pants (three hour movie + four hour class) = unhappy Azz.
I'm very much tempted to wear the swirly skirt, because I wore that to the non-date where we saw The Fellowship of the Ring. Continuity. That was a beautiful night. It's light, it's fluffy, it looks very good on me, he doesn't see it often, it has no pockets to collect stuff to ruin the line of the garment. I like it. It's pretty.
Everything listed, except for the khakis, the makeup, the velvet dress, and the disco ball dress is black, of course.
Oh, and yes:
Dec. 13th, 2002 05:14 pmFriday the 13th is one of my lucky days.
In case you were wondering.
In case you were wondering.
Men vs. Sex
Dec. 13th, 2002 09:22 pmEvidently Wednesday's movie appointment is going to have some rather odd timing on stuff attached to it.
First, I seem to be in sort of a quasi-established coupleish thing. A woman who's getting some is generally more attractive than a woman who's not.
Next, it's to be Bitchy Witchy Week.votania, having done her research, tells me that this is going to hit a man's nose like the proverbial lead pipe, and the nose will forward the message to the libido: Hey: she's fertile! and the libido will respond accordingly.
Third: Darkside gets possessive when other men make moves on me.
Fourth: Evidently I have lost weight, and Darkside hasn't seen me in a while.
Couple that with a careful makeup job and clothes that flatter me very well... and as much solitude as you're likely to get in a movie theatre on the first day of showing of a Lord of the Rings movie... the combination is potentially Very Odd Indeed.
I'm hoping to wind up with my hand held. Maybe.
First, I seem to be in sort of a quasi-established coupleish thing. A woman who's getting some is generally more attractive than a woman who's not.
Next, it's to be Bitchy Witchy Week.
votania, having done her research, tells me that this is going to hit a man's nose like the proverbial lead pipe, and the nose will forward the message to the libido: Hey: she's fertile! and the libido will respond accordingly. Third: Darkside gets possessive when other men make moves on me.
Fourth: Evidently I have lost weight, and Darkside hasn't seen me in a while.
Couple that with a careful makeup job and clothes that flatter me very well... and as much solitude as you're likely to get in a movie theatre on the first day of showing of a Lord of the Rings movie... the combination is potentially Very Odd Indeed.
I'm hoping to wind up with my hand held. Maybe.