Do you mean “…against my religion…”?
ducks to avoid the thrown fish
I’m just kidding, please don’t hurt me, I’m sorry. I have an almost insuperable desire to correct people. It’s a huge character flaw, I know, and I’m trying to stop. In the case of my remark about your well-laden finger, the desire to correct was unfortunately reinforced by my need to go for the smart-ass cheap laugh, and I wasn’t strong enough to resist. mea culpa.
Live a Lush Life
Da Chef
What: Grey tee-shirt, faded blue jeans, black/green walking (kinda) boots. No jewellery since my watch got smashed playing footy. Blue bolle safety specs (I don’t resemble Joe-90)
Where: Just west of the loop, downtown chicago. On my desk, 20-30 books (all chemistry), a foot high pile of spectra, a pile of 30 or so papers (read) and a pile of 2-300 papers (unread), periodic tables and a gazillion reminder notes. And a couple of photos of friends at home, with one hidden photo of a girl here, in case her SO ever comes in ;). I spend more time at my fume hume though, three reactions stirring away, one column running, one poster of David Beckham holding (separately) the FA cup, the Premiership and the European Cup trophies 
. There are no windows in my lab which, as you might suppose, is a tad depressing.
Fume hood…it’s obviously not working so well.
What I’m wearing:
Barenaked Ladies string tank top (says “Barenaked” across the chest, over a red maple leaf), simple black cotton shorts, and all the leftover jewelry from work…a pearl choker with a gold/crystal thingy charm, gold hoops, and all of my rings and watch. Oh, and a toering.
Where I am:
Same place I am HERE, at home, sitting on my desk chair next to the kitchen. In fact, I’m wearing those same earrings, too.
As a teacher, I can’t exactly do my web stuff from work. Everything I do online is from this spot.
formerly known as LauraRae
I’m a Raggety Ann in a Barbie Doll world.
I am wearing pretty much the same things I always wear. Black t-shirt, black jeans, black workboots… and white socks, a fashion rule I get a perverse kick out of violating. If you absolutely must know, I am wearing plain white panties and no bra. As for jewelry, I have on my usual assortment of necklaces and bracelets, a small silver ring on my left ring-finger, two small silver earrings in my left ear, and a stainless steel ring with a hematite bead in my left nostril. I’m not wearing any makeup.
I am currently sitting in the campus Macintosh lab, a bizarrely proportioned room painted a sterile white on the ground floor of the CS building, a strange octagonal structure with a ground floor and a basement. The only windows are located about fifteen feet up on the opposite wall, the wall that faces the interior of the building. There are only three people here, including myself, which makes two more than usual. It’s Monday, so the Computer Basics for Old Farts class should be showing up soon. The computer I am using is a G3. I want one. Well, I have to go now, the old farts are coming, and they need all the computers.
An infinite number of rednecks in an infinite number of pickup trucks shooting an infinite number of shotguns at an infinite number of road signs will eventually produce all the world’s great works of literature in Braille.
I’m wearing a standard-issue Brooks Brothers gray pin-striped sack suit, a “French blue” Brooks Brothers shirt (spread collar), Tobasco necktie (with steamed crabs), black Bostonian wingtips, black socks, plaid flannel shorts.
Livin’ on Tums, vitamin E and Rogaine
?? By necklace, I assume you mean the arrowhead tied to the back of the animal represented? Or is this some clever Manhattan sophisticated wit that’s above the mind of a simple country boy?
But my fetishes thank you for your concern. I leave you now to your regularly scheduled television interview or book-signing party, or whatever it is you Manhattan types do in your spare time.
Earlier - at work - I was wearing a long-sleeved pullover (slightly nicer than a tee-shirt) in taupe, a navy blue straight skirt, which comes to just below the knee, overshirt in cream linen with a window-pane pattern in taupe and navy. Blue stone bear fetish earrings. Silver watch. No rings, no hair attachments. Nude stockings and tan shoes. All the usual make-up. My office is on the 4th floor, facing Market Street and I can see a window from my cubicle. I have a “Bumper Blackboard” on the wall - erasable bumpersticker designed by a friend. I have a photo of the man in my life, a toy from the Hercules movie called Pain & Panic, some Snoopy toys, replicas of container trucks and a fake lei.
At home now, I am wearing an aqua big-shirt and teal blue sweats. The desk has many things on it - feng shui candles, small vases, stuffed animals, 6 books (that I can see) a CD I need to return, the CD I have been waiting for (Sinatra - the Singles) and several piles I am not going to investigate.
I am a redhead, you see, and I do not tempt. I insist. -Cristi
What I am wearing: Purple what else! I have on black jeans, a purple jersey, purple socks, my black loafers and metallic purple toenail polish. My jewelery de jour consists of only silver Mickey Mouse silhoutte earrings.
Where I am at: I am at home. Surrounded by objects of purple, teal and forest green. My desk has Mickey stuff around it and I am looking at a desktop pattern of thousands of little mickey faces on a purple background. My oil lamps are lit, I have classical music playing, and I am catching up on my favorite message board that I have been too busy at work to come and see 
I really try to be good but it just isn’t in my nature!
Had I come across this when I first got home I would have been wearing my uniform; navy dress pants, blue blouse,nametag spiffy new tie thingy and black safety shoes.
Now I am in my ‘plunk my ass down at the computer’ casual wear; baggy sweatshirt and flannel pants and wool socks. I ditch the restrictive undergarmets in the name of comfort.
I’m at my desk at homelooking at a dead rose hubby brought me 2 weekends ago when he went out with one of his friends,a pic of my kid’s soccar team,feng shui mirror,phone list for work, assorted pictures and works of art from my kid and a bunch of paperwork I was meaning to do tonight but will probably drag back to work with me again tomorrow.
The dogs are sleeping at my feet rendering it nearly impossible to get up without tripping over them or stepping on a tail.
Wow, we’re an eclectic bunch!
I’m in the same thing I wore to work – no name jeans, dark green tee shirt, lighter green sort of plaid rayon over shirt, green socks, wedding ring, glasses.
In the “dining room” at home, on the desk is the pooter, a Laurell Hamilton pb, my Wolf Man mousepad, ash tray and cigs, and a very pretty brass lamp with a two white glass shades.
Vikings memorabilia on the plate rail above me, and looking at a nice night-time in Seattle framed print that son sent me for Christmas.
It’s my favorite place to be till the weather warms up.
What I’m Wearing: A Jim Henson signature Big Bird costume… No, wait, that was last night. Today it’s black Levis, “Rock and Roll Hall of Fame” sweatshirt, and a pair of Yukon boots. Oh yeah, and briefs.
Where I’m at: Computer desk against the wall of my extremely messy apartment.
What I’m wearing: Dark blue jeans, a black hooded pullover sweatshirt, over my old camp t-shirt. White socks and no shoes. Hey, I’m a college student, I don’t have to dress up.
Where I am: My room. In Santa Cruz, California. With a Matisse poster over my head.
My mom is good friends with his first cousin and my parents met him at a party. This is MPSIMS, okay?
~Harborina
“This is my sandbox. I’m not allowed to go in the deep end. That’s where I saw the leprechauns.”
What I’m Wearing: A fuzzy brown sweater, Levis, and white cotton socks. I like white cotton socks. Gold-rimmed glasses, no earrings on at the moment, cheap gold-tone Florenzi watch that I got at Value City for $7.99, and my wedding band.
Where I’m At: Home, in Flint, MI. Computer table in the living room covered with junk. The half-eaten sucker and empty baby bottle screams “I’ve got kids!” The Beanie Babies on top of the monitor add a little color to the beige-ness of the computer area. Heavens to Betsy, I have got to clean this place.
Changing my sig, because Wally said to, and I really like Wally, and I’ll do anything he says, anytime he says to.
I am wearing a pair of jeans, gray socks, a sweat shirt for the band Grotus, and green jockey shorts.
I am at the desk at home. It’s in the corner of the room. The wall to the right has a billitain board with several movie ticket stubs for flicks I went to with Drain Bead, a George Thorogood laminate, an unused ticket for same (whebn he opened for Steve Miller), the ticket stub for the Giants game I went to this past season, and duplicate copies of a reciept that I sent in for a mail-in rebate. Also, a fortune rreading "“Your love of music will be an important part of your life” is stuck on the bulletain board.
Also on the wall to the right is a calendar I got for X-mas featuring funny pictures of monsters, a color picture of my mother, and two grandmothers (all deceased, I miss them all very much) at my mom’s wedding, and a printed Scrabble game that I won 615-242 against an opponent online.
My desk, which has cigarette burns all on it, has a couple of CDRoms on it, the triple Rush CD, some bills, pens, and other office goods.
On a card table next to my desk I have my tax shit, a few CDs, an ashtray, and a lot of ashes strewn about.
This has got to be the most mundane, pointless post I ever wrote, and I believe I have stiff competition!
Tomorrow - In the office… sigh
Yer pal,
Satan
What I’m wearing: My hair in a sloppy bun (It’s after 10 p.m. and I just don’t care anymore). Long sleeve tan sweater, black pants with tan streaks, black trouser socks, and black loafers. Gold hoop earring on left ear. Matching hoop on bottom right earlobe plus 2 smaller hoops. Minimal makeup, and just a hint of Opium perfume.
“Nostalgia isn’t what it used to be.”
What I’m wearing: purple leggings, black t-shirt with a black panther image, hot pink panties, black & silver Aquatech digital watch, glasses.
Where I am: My bedroom. Distinguishing features: Grey carpet, white walls, books, twin bed, books, bookshelf, books, dresser, books, ceiling fan, books, mirrored closet doors, books, stuffed animals, and did I mention books?
Your Official Cat Goddess since 10/20/99.
“I’m a god. I’m not the God–I don’t think.” --P.C.
What I’m wearing now: Black and gray cotton nightgown.
What I was wearing earlier: Black ankle-length skirt with visible white petticoat, olive long-sleeved blouse, olive vest with black geometric figures.
Where I am: In the office/loft of our apartment (2nd floor).
Remember, I’m pulling for you; we’re all in this together.
—Red Green
What I’m Wearing: I’m at work (third shift) so I’m wearing a pair of black jeans, a grey Joe Boxer t-shirt, a red/white/hunter green plaid button shirt unbuttoned, white socks, green satin undies, black lace bra and very worn brown boots. (Yes, my fashion model license is expired!) Jewelry: white gold wedding band on ring finger, left hand. Yellow gold engagement ring on ring finger, right hand. Small silver hoop earrings in first holes, smaller silver hoops in second holes, diamond stud in third and upper cartilage holes on left ear (6 earrings total.) My necklace is a 30" silver box chain with a pentagram pendant, the key to my journal and my mother-in-law’s wedding set (white gold band and engagement ring.) No makeup, no nail polish.
Where I Am As I said before, I am at work here at the hospital. I am sitting alone in the tiny PBX office trying to ignore the nauseatingly blue cabinets. There is country music playing on the radio–only because the second shift had it on and I’m too lazy to go turn it off. I am sitting at the end desk surrounded by dozens of alarms that can go off at any moment (three of them already have tonight!) There are telephone numbers plastered over all non-moving surfaces coupled with the occasional piece Christian paraphenalia (business-card sized piece of paper saying, “With God, all things are possible!”, another one saying, “Be still and know that I am God.”, and a stupid poem based on the “Mary Had A Little Lamb” rhyme telling people we need prayer back in schools. No, I don’t work in a church supported hospital–I just work with a couple of busy-body fundies.) I am sitting in my ergonomic rolling chair rolling back and forth from typing on the computer to answering the phone and the same stupid questions I answer for the same stupid people every night. This is what I am doing (almost) every time you see me posting so you don’t have to alter your image of me every time. (Except what I’m wearing!)
The dumber people think you are, the more surprised they’re going to be when you kill them.
Arnie—
The zuni fetish doll crack was a reference to the wonderfully awful 1970s TV movie “Trilogy of Terror” in which Karen Black (of “Voluptuous Horror” fame) is chased around by one that comes to life after its necklace drops off.
Day two! This could go on endlessly, y’know, so I will leave it up to your imaginations what I’m wearing today (though, knowing the imaginations on some of you folks . . .).