June 8th, 2005

pout, resentful, c'mon already, hate to admit it

Something smells like vomit. Is that me?

You have no idea how tempted I am to wear those blue corduroy super-duper 70s bellbottoms to work tomorrow.

[Edit: 11:23 p.m. I think I will. Is this the birth of the "Retail Hippy" ...?]

[Edit: 11:31 p.m. I'd forgotten how long the pants are, and how high the "waist" comes! Ohhhhhh vintage clothing, how strange do you seem in days you never expected to see. I believe that I shall wear the platform tennis shoes from my old FRUiTS Final. They will give me the necessary height so I don't look like a big puddle of corduroy, and also, nobody will be able to see them anyway.]

[Edit: 11:38 p.m. It seems as though I dress up hippy-ish whenever I think I've reached the end of understanding with something.]
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