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I look like hell actually. The shaving nick/beauty mark from yesterday is lingering. I woke up too late to shave, and my hair is developing bozo curls, sll giving me that straight-outta-shock-therapy look. Plus I put too much hot sauce on my fish fry so I now have dragon breath too. and there's frijole stains on my jeans.
I'm a bit scruffy today, didn't do a thing with my hair, but what is really annoying me is this new deodorant I bought. Apparently they don't make the adidas stuff anymore and the one I ended up with smells like stale cologne.
I look like the temp agency thought the longshoremen asked for extra help in the form of an unshaven hippie and then accidently gave the address of a publishing company. In other words, yeah I'm looking pretty good. The spray paint stained spavined Addidas Weapons really tie the whole thing togther.
(Jon word, how in the hell did I get a baked bean stain on my shoulder blade? What was I rolling in?)
If you like indigent chic, the wino is gonna ring your bell three times.
Me, well, it's 501s and a newish long sleeved black v-neck that I like. Mrs. richat even said it made me look handsome. My hair is getting too long, but I tend to have that problem, and it's one I can handle, so what the hey. I think I have it working today.
I'm actually looking OK for a friday.
I'm wearing my "hit on in the grocery store" dress (I don't know why, but every time I wear this dress people hit on me in, like, grocery stores, while doing laundry, and other not-known-for-flirting places), and a spiffy red sweater that was too small for me up until recently.
Which is just as well since my date is picking me up right from work... :D
I look like I happily drank too much bourbon last night and have gravity defying bed head wrapped up with a huge grin. Looks just fine, thankyouverymuch.
My sideburns are also approaching Hasidic proportions of bushiness. I may convert just to avoid confusion. and for the spiffy headgear and good cold cuts.
Damn, Eamon, I already said you were hawt in the Chicago thread, what more do you want?
I'm wearing my big fuzzy black turtleneck and my faded Friday jeans, and I'm carrying a bit of random unfocused flirt energy (watch out tonight, IRC!) so I guess I look pretty good. They say big girls shouldn't wear turtlenecks, and most of them do make me look like an encroaching battleship, but for some reason this one is adorable.
I look awesome. I'm really color coordinated today, which is rare because I'll wear anything with anything. I'm wearing a dark brown tank top, a beige and cream polka dot little cardigan, and a dark brown corduroy blazer-type jacket over cream colored corduroy jeans, the brown cowboy boots, and a dark brown tweed warm wool scarf. And someone knitted me fingerless gloves that are a cream/brown tweed combination, which I am wearing. I'm also wearing a hat - beige suede bucket style. I am totally rocking this outfit.
I'm wearing my green WFMU t-shirt, which is currently covered in cookie crumbs and does not grant me any superpowers. and a pea green plaid flannel shirt. and of course levi's and black chucks. and discount store synthetic fiber boxers with stars and moons on them.
I'm not sure, but I know the black shirt I'm wearing helps, and it's friday so I'm sporting jeans. Don't know what the total effect is exactly since I didn't look in the mirror after I got dressed.
I am wearing the same jeans and the same black hoodie that I wear 6/7 days of the week. Today I have my green t-shirt on. It's from threadless.
I am also looking rather stressed, as I dont' think I'm going to finish writing a paper this afternoon, and I really wanted to, but I have to be out of here by 5 so it's just not going to happen.
I'm a threadless supporter, though not on the street team or anything. I can't wear any of them as my main shirt for work though (as an undershirt it'd be ok).
I don't know from ladies sizes, but that's whatcha conjured. Most people have told me that I look exactly how they pictured me, since my prose is very lanky and plaid.
I've looked better. I trimmed my moustache this morning (it was starting to get in the way of eating, which is one of my major joys in life), and I'm kinda self-conscious about it (just to keep folks' mental images accurate, I've got a bushy beard these days).
I'm wearing a gray long-sleeved polo shirt (long sleeves at work hide the tattoos), olive cargo pants, wool hiking socks and black leather clogs, all of which is pretty standard for me.
The moustache-trimming, though--well, it may have been a mistake. I should just drink beer through a straw, like Billy Gibbons.
I look like hell. I need to wash my hair & I need to go to the laundromat, so I'm wearing the only clean somewhat too small jeans that are also too short and a giant yet comforting horizontally striped sweater, guaranteed to add 10 pounds I so do not need. However I am also wearing my purple socks.
i look great today. the new red streaks in my hair are sexy, as are the new green underwears i'm wearing, and my sweater is super soft (albeit leaving fuzz everywhere because i probably should have washed before wearing). unfortunately i am playing video games alone tonight (well, i've invited some beers), and the resulting cloud of self-pity isn't so attractive, most likely. not to mention the fact that my underwear is hidden anyway.
I look good. The main determinant to whether this does or does not occur is how my hair looks. When it's not freshly washed I can't make it go up in the sloppy bun, which is just a hair bun but not very kempt, and which has attractive tendrils and loops hanging out all over the place. Today I have the sloppy bun. I've been learning how to use eye makeup, and it makes me look a little more feminine and a little less hard. My sweater has a low neck, and I have a nice neck, so that helps. And jeans. Always jeans.
I just got out of bed from my morning nap: pink t-shirt I wore yesterday, black sweats, green undies, and slippers the mister was supposed to replace at Christmas. Hair is rather messy, but hey, at least I brushed my teefers.
I look like deep-fried crap, thenk you verra much. I think it's the stylish red-rimmed nostrils and general air of unspeakable suffering. I have defaulted to black jeans and a black hoodie, and my hair needs washing, but I figure just brushing it was going above and beyond the call of duty this morning.
In other news, I have just discovered that my new office mate has published two novels worth of Xena-based fan fiction.
will do, eamondaly. "hello mr. pizza man, would you like to play 'animal crossing' with me and my underwear? oh no, no sex, i'm a misanthropic xenophobe. just you and me and a dozen cute but angry virtual animals. oh? pathetic you say? well the koala bear said i was very helpful and made her day more sunshiney, so suck it."
Pink, that's the thing with short hair. Or at least, I've found that I can't stand it when it gets just a tiny bit too long which by everyone else's standards is already short. Some kind of hair paradox.
cmonkey made me stay out late and drink pitchers of beer (literally pitchers!), so I am puffy and pale. I put on red lipstick in an attempt to take attention away from my bloodshot eyes, but it just made me look messy.
Having just passed a mirror (and don't think that doesn't hurt), I can state for the record that today I resemble nothing so much as the older, dissolute Jack Kerouac, if he'd been worked over with a pool cue and left out in the rain for a week or two. Two big differences - my (almost entirely gray) jazz beard, and the fact that Jack died in 1969, while I am allegedly still among the living.
Today's ensemble: red, white and gray flannel; long-sleeved gray t-shirt; Levis; white and black Adidas. (For the completists among you: paisley boxers and white sox.)
Add me to the list of people who urgently need a haircut. Maybe we could get a group discount?
I'm wearing the emergency outfit because my mom called for an hour-long tech support session at 7:10 this morning and I didn't have time to do anything else. I couldn't even put in my contact lenses, so I'm wearing glasses. Green boucle sweater - basically a Christmas tree costume, though nice and fuzzy on the inside. Jeans and clogs.
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