lycoris

I'd say this would make a good shirt, but I don't wear shirts like that. Perhaps a button?

I start a new job the week after next. Though I only did a phone interview, I have a good feeling that they'll let me keep my hair blue, which means I can get the roots done! It's making me crazy, but I didn't want to put Valdis through all that trouble, only to have to go back a couple of weeks later to get her to make my hair blonde again.

I have too much fun with slogans:


I wonder where that guy I had a crush on in high school is now? I know he used to listen to Skinny Puppy, but I was too young, and in the wrong place in my life to listen to music like that. I love it now, though. I wonder if he still wears those round sunglasses and his trenchcoat? Probably not. Maybe he's a corporate slave, wearing a tie not by choice (as "punks" do) but my necessity. Perhaps he's a father, married with a picket fence. I don't even remember his name, so I doubt I'll ever know.

Just for fun I put on my corset last night and had my husband lace it as tight as he could. It closed completely! red_vinyl won't let me steal hers, so I may just have to get a real, custom, steel-boned corset made. Too bad there are no corset wish lists.