turn on: tight neck turtlenecks
turn off: loose neck turtlenecks

turn on: speaking more than one language, speech impediments
turn off: speaking English poorly

turn on: glasses
turn off: eye shadow

turn on: brow, tongue, labret, cheek, hood piercings
turn off: nipple, nail piercings

turn on: hands
turn off: feet

turn on: swearing
turn off: burping

turn on: Scottish accents
turn off: Chinese accents

turn on: nail polish
turn off: lipstick

turn on: retainers, braces
turn off: gummy smiles

turn on: chokers
turn off: spiked collars

turn on: floor touching skirts
turn off: capris

Sarah Mclachlan has grown her hair long again as a new look. I’m a bigger fan of the short haircut she had from Mirrorball, although I’ve always found her cute simply because she reminded me of Ashley. Still nowhere near as cute as Holly though, with the boxy glasses and the labret and the screaming and the oh my goodness.

Ever since Nick moved in, I’ve been trying the whole “get dressed” thing, where I actually change out of my PJs for the day. When I was living with Pita, we would just lounge around in our most relaxing clothes all the time; I had been living with him since first year, so we were comfortable with each other. Being dressed certainly makes me feel more productive, and I’m a little less self-conscious when I open my blinds to let the fresh, cool air circulate in my room.

I bought another chain today.

It’s darker and has a grungier style, due to the fact that it’s matte instead of polished and looks as if it’s been industrially worn, although it’s hard to tell from the photo. I purchased it so I could wear a chain with my more formal clothes, since it’s less prominent. I’m rarely without a chain no matter what I wear, just because I feel naked without one now. I had to explain that to John when I wore it under my blazer to his fathers’ second wedding. Thank god this new one was on sale, because I felt pretty guilty buying something many times more expensive than my current $2 dog leash.

It’s barely long enough; I prefer very droopy chains. Actually, I don’t think it’s meant to droop so much, I just don’t have the large Caucasian male ass that I think it was meant for.

It is night and the city is hushed. Armed with my BR hoodie and my Moon Mix, I stepped into the refreshing night air, a brilliant full moon jutting out from the sky above.