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I bought legwarmers because I like 80's retro, because American Apparel is making them and they're fairly cheap (also, I ♥ AA for being the sort of business we need more of), and because they're semi-scene and I am nothing if not a scenewhore.

This of course explains why I have worn them every damn day for the last week and a half.

No, wait! The white shit falling out of the sky explains that!

So I'm off to do some holiday shopping, Metro willing. Basically, Metro's on the radio right now saying "If you live in West Seattle, don't make any fucking plans."

Also, you know what? I really like my body. I thought I'd just throw that out there. It's rare for me to like my body, and today I do. It's not a bad one, even if there are a couple things I'd change. Even though my back is fucking killing me, which means more stretching, more situps, more yoga.

Okay. Having made no fucking plans, I'm gonna go prop up the economy. I wish I could find my headphones, but that's life.

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Dear LJ,

That's not an update to the profile page. No. No, it really fucking isn't. It's still asstacular, and it still demonstrates no grasp of design principles.

No love,
Me

*****

Okay, so I walked home and now I am frozen. Or perhaps flozen! Mah tuh is stuck to da floh!*

Man, I really want to play some Give Me The Brain now.

I also want a hot bath and a big drink and some pizza. So I'm gonna get on that.


* "My tongue is stuck to the floor." In frozen-zombie speak.