Morning.

[azurelunatic]

Stew's in progress. votania is baking. There is some booze chilling. Once I wake up, I need to cut up more potatoes, some carrots, and onion, and shove them in the stew.

Clothes: shadesong asked, and I'm answering. Right now, I'm wearing black stealth pants (look like slacks, feel like sweatpants) and my sleeveless black "GEEKS RULE" shirt from Torrid. (I really feel like it's missing some text... shouldn't it say "LUSERS DROOL" below that in stealth printing?) On my head, the wide blue goddamn veil as a scarf. Nothing in the way of shoes/socks as yet.

marxdarx is awake, wandering around in boxers. *yawn*

And I failed to scrub off all the acrylic paint from my skin from where I was painting last night. I have black streaks on my arm, yellow spots on my hands, and more black splotches on my legs.

*yawn*

Lunatic was woken up early by votania, who wanted to make sure I got the stew on.

Now I think I'm going to crash out a little for a while...

Comments

[boojum.livejournal.com]

How does one procure said stealth pants? At some point I need to get dressup clothing[1] that will hinder my chosen lifestyle (scooting around on knees and butt, throw everything into the washer, no ironing, lots of pocket use) as little as possible.

[1] I see no difference between dressing up (further than clean, tidy, and bland) for work and dressing up as magic fairy princess dinosaurs, other than imagination used. This does not endear me to people who view dressing up for work as a mature thing to do.

[azurelunatic]

They were some of the cheap ones at Walmart.