Good Lord! Clothes. Egh. If I must its jeans and a shirt of some kind. (preferably clean) Long blond hair up in the heat down in the cold. I’m built for comfort here. (Sometimes comfort is black lace and leather. My friends have been known to find me cleaning in full corset and skirt regalia because that was what was comfy at the time.)
On make up, more ugh. Never comfy. If I must add something I use glitter. (Its going to look artificial anyway, might as well admit it)
And those of you against plaid flannel pjs can bite me.
{a) because I like it. b) because I love my oversize ugly warm comfy pjs.}
The whole dress to get laid ideal is lost on me. If you are going to love me, you are going to be able to argue Greek philosophy as well as enjoy my blue eyes/blond hair skirt wearing capabilities. You are going to hear a lot more of “I learned how to read micro structures today, isn’t that cool?” than “Do you like the red or the black teddy better” anyway. Might as well like it or go away.
It is fun to dream though…
(great name by the way).