What I’m wearing:
v-neck white t-shirt
blue Thrify’s flares(kinda like bellbottoms)
elmo socks
dark brown Thinsulate boots
Left hand: pinkie ring(2 cats)silver
middle finger, plain band w/garnet, silver
right hand: forefinger, WIDE silver band with triangle blue quartz,
ring finger, thin silver band with cubic zarconia(sp)
small quatz earings, and ear cuff on right ear
Where I am: in my dorm room in London, Ontario, it’s beautiful out, blue skies and not too cold, not warm though either.
Going to class now, other side of campus
Have a great day everyone!
I am a fire whose flames lick and spit at the boundless sky forever desiring wonderous consummation
-me
WHAT I AM WEARING: Necklace with my name in script–yes, I have very sweet, talented friends. Small white tank top under a stretchy brown velvet long sleeve shirt with a v-neck. The middle seam goes down to a few inches above my belly button, which is why I’m wearing the tank top underneath. Dark blue, loose jeans (my favorite pair), white socks, and guys Doc Martens. Big, black, steel-toed boots. I love 'em.
WHERE I AM: In the U’s library, looking up the “Famous first words” thread so I’ve got an idea for a book to check out. Yeah, I don’t really have time for it, but I want to read a good book.
Have you ever tried to tie a cherry stem in a knot with your tongue?
Wearing: Nice brown sweater and a pair of Dockers jeans. Sock on right foot. Anti-embolism stocking on the left leg. Glasses.
Where?: In my room in a 12-story apartment complex. Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade and Metallica posters up on the walls. Sippin’ a Coke. No more classes for today. Feelin’ lazy…
Oh, I also have an Oscar Meyer weenie whistle on my desk!
What I’m wearing:
A long black dress with long sleeves (made of the same stuff they use to make long underwear) with velvety trim at the V-neck collar. Peach-ish patterned nylon-ish trouser socks. A really ugly light blue button-down with the sleeves rolled up so my dress sleeves stick out. The really ugly light blue button-down has skinny vertical stripes in lavender, pink, salmon, sky blue and light aqua. (Yes, I bought it on purpose.) My shaggy, annoying hair is held back by four little girl barrettes: pink, royal blue, yellow and purple. I’m smoking a cigarette.
Where I am:
I’m in my study in my cookie-cutter suburban house in Des Moines, Iowa. I’m surrounded by books, paperwork for getting taxes ready, paperwork for selling our other house, photos from all the scanning I’ve been working on, and other assorted crap that needs to be put away. On the wall to my right is the bulletin board. It has a printup of the bunkbed I want to buy for Bowen from FurnitureFind.com, “ChrisCTP’s Calendar for Quitting” from the QuitNet (today should be my two-week anniversary of not smoking, incidentally), a little paper 2000 calendar we got from the Culligan guy when he came to service the water softener, and assorted email addresses and telephone numbers.
In front of me, aside from the monitor, is my little glass ashtray, my Coke from Fazoli’s, my Starry Night mousepad, a bent paper clip, a stray key for some sort of something, a wine cork, my fingernail clippers (hey! I’d been wondering where I’d put those) and eight “Yard Waste” stickers.
Exotic, no?
“…being normal is not necessarily a virtue. It rather denotes a lack of courage.”
I’m wearing some blue Airwalks, some sort of grayish socks, Silvertab blue jeans, a belt, briefs, a long-sleeved black t-shirt with the face of Einstein made out of stars and galaxies on it in glow-in-the-dark ink, with a quote “One Feels as if One is Dissolved and Merged into Nature” on it, and a pair of contacts. I rarely wear my watch; it stays in my pocket. I often wear my 2001 high school class ring, but right now my girl friend’s got it.
I'm sitting at home in the family room, and I should sign off shortly to do some homework and go to my trombone lessons.
Since I just got home from work and haven’t changed out of my work clothes, I’m wearing my bug-killer uniform. Standard issue green pants, and a green polo shirt with the company logo on my left tit. I am not wearing my accursed work boots, however, since they are heavy and I hate em. I’m in my stocking feet. I’m also wearing my round rimless glasses, my watch, my wedding band (which I wear on the middle finger of my left hand) and the blue star sapphire ring my wife gave me for our 10th anniversary (ring finger, right hand).
As mentioned above, I am at home, in the spare room, which we refer to as the “office”, mainly cause that’s where the computer is and some of our reference books (although as I look around, it seems to be evolving into a catch-all for everything from videotapes to broken toys).
Later I’ll probably slip into a red lace teddy with matching 3" open toed slingbacks and just a dab of Cutty Sark behind each ear. But that’s only when I want to feel pretty.
The Dave-Guy
“since my daughter’s only half-Jewish, can she go in up to her knees?” J.H. Marx
Black, Grey and white striped polo shirt, name badge, wristwatch, glasses, black jeans, socks, shoes, ESD Wriststrap and footstrap. But luckily don’t have to wear the smock today.
>>Being Chaotic Evil means never having to say your sorry…unless the other guy is bigger than you.<<
Wearing: creme colored wool turtleneck sweater, black/grey tweed slacks, black socks, black men’s Blundstone work boots (size 4), platinum/diamond wedding band, engagement ring, platinum/diamond hoop earrings that my husband gave me for our wedding, fake diamond studs in the top holes of my ears, mascara, Blistex.
Looking at: my office with two windows, a dying plant of some sort, a picture of me feeding a kangaroo, a little red horse from Denmark, and a stuffed baby chicken (not real!) left behind by my last boss, who was fired.
Right now, I’m wearing a gray t-shirt and gray shorts. No shoes, no bra, and the only jewelry I’m wearing is my wedding band.
I’m at home, sitting in the basement, in the suburbs about 25 miles north of Detroit. It’s a finished basement that we just cleaned up a few days ago, so the view is not bad (if you like wood paneling and drop ceilings, that is). On my desk is an assortment of tax-related items, an envelope full of old ATM slips that I haven’t gotten around to shredding yet, several music and game CD’s, five empty pop cans, several pens, a Lego, one of my hubby’s screwdrivers, a Dictaphone, and about a dozen medical reference books. The only thing on the wall is a framed copy of a Star Wars-The Phantom Menace movie poster (not full size, just an 8 X 11 copy of the poster).
This is also my office space, since I work from home. The only nice thing about working at home is the money I save from not having to buy dress up clothes.
Shadowfox
“Distinguished” Sexy assistant to Head Honcho,
Self-Righteous Clique
WHAT I’M WEARING: Navy blue T-shirt, green LL Bean flannel, jeans that are slightly frayed at the bottom because I never bothered to get them hemmed. White socks. Add Timberland boots, and it’s what I’m wearing pretty much every day, except when I have to see patients.
WHERE I AM: My desk in my bedroom/office. I had the pharm test from hell today, so the place is in post-test mode–the desk is littered with Diet Pepsi cans, empty Chinese food containers, and countless sheets of typing paper with long lists of drugs on them. All the lights are off, I have an open Sierra Nevada Celebration Ale, and the Beastie Boys are playing very loudly. (Ill Communication) (This is something of a post-test ritual.)
WHAT I’M WEARING: A blue Buffalo Bills sweatshirt, a pair of loose-fitting jeans, white socks, black Doc Marten boots, black bra, black panties.
WHERE I AM: At home, in my computer corner. I’m sitting on a nice cushy chair that Brian got me, surrounded by computer stuff, tons of books, and a few CDs. On my bulletin board is a picture of me and Brian in our respective football gear (click here to see it), a ticket stub from the last time I went to see American Beauty, and a card to remind me I have to go to the doctor on April 3rd. I’m currently listening to the Fugees’ version of “Killing Me Softly” on MP3, downloading “Angel” by Aerosmith, and talking to a few friends.
“Buffalo Bills? Oh, yeah. The guys that always snatch defeat from the jaws of victory.” --WallyM7
Had you asked me around noontime, I would have been in Study Hall, wearing dockers dark-green slacks, dress shoes, and a nice sweater. I would have been showing my profile to some curious peers of mine (it’s on my webpage) and realizing that I need to 1) update it and 2) change it so it ain’t so personal… Ah well.
