Fashionable, moi?

[listersgirl]

I just went outside (I've instituted a new 'move your ass at least every hour so that you don't become mesmerized by the computer' policy on myself after realizing that I lost 5 minutes yesterday staring at the reflection of my lamp on the screen), and...I kind of wish I'd brought a cardigan. Or at least not dressed like it was still 40 degrees with smog of death out there.

I can't believe I just said that.

No, wait, I take it back! It's wonderful! I love the cooler weather! Please, don't gooooooo!

Meanwhile, in other sartorial experiences, it's time to admit that I don't own any clothing that isn't stained or unravelling. In fact, it's time to claim that as part of my look. Stains are totally the new black, don't you know. It's very distracting, though -- every time I look down at the keyboard I see a flash of something on my shirt and go through the same conversation with myself:

Hmmm, what is that?

*attempt to brush it off*

*see it's still there*

*look closer*

Damn. Smudge. And I haven't even eaten my yogurt yet.

*lick finger and use time-honoured mother-tested smudge removal method*

*fail*

Sigh.

*break down and use water*

*realize that just makes stain more noticeable as it's now surrounded by a big wet circle*

*cry*

*resolve to pretend stain doesn't exist despite all evidence to the contrary*

*get distracted by shiny thing*

[Five minutes later]

*look down at keyboard*

Hmm, what's that on my shirt?

Comments

[listersgirl]

Oh god FOR REAL. I don't think I've made it through a single day without getting food on myself somewhere.

Also, your icon! Brilliant!

[sarrabellum.livejournal.com]

A few years ago, I was eating lunch with a friend. She watched me as I dropped something on my shirt, and then she said, "So, is that how they get so big? You feed them?"