|Apart from the chain, of course, I'd|
happily have this style.
Toby would suggest capris.
Of course I repeated it. and, much like the first incident in this blog, it wasn't as powerful the second time. So, after a while, I took them off. And one of them broke. It was an elastic based one, cheap costume jewellery from a fancy dress shop, with metal beads that hid the elastic. They were flat with a simple concentric circle design on each one. It was already pretty weak, fraying in places, and very loose. It just sort of went when I took it off. Nary even a ping, just finally gave out. Not too much pressure just reached its last. I narrowly escaped suspicion in that, and that's not really right, I know.
|If I looked like this when I felt like this I probably wouldn't|
feel like this.
That's, like, the inception of comments about an image.
|This is actually reasonably close to what my hair looked|
like out of the shower. Except my fringe is sadly shorter
I am vaguely jealous of this nameless woman.
Is that sad? I think it's sad.
Tinsel now adorns our hallway, there's a tree in the living room, and arts and crafts leavings litter the dining room table. I do appreciate what Tilly is able to do with the children, I would not do well doing arts and crafts with them and I hate Christmas decorations, but that doesn't dull the feelings of antipathy here. This is very much my problem, I can't ask others to go with me on this. Like my desires in the physical realm of sex, they are odd and they are unusual enough that I am the one that should seek to change to fit rather than expect others to work around me.
Right, I am going to finish my beer and go to bed. Sleep well if you read this at that time, otherwise I simply bid you a good day.