New fashion

So, besides my recent plunge into self discovery ( Oh...so THAT's how I look sans makeup...hm. *matter-of-factly* Well, that's horrifying.) I've been interested in new types of fashion. Namely, I want a pair of fingerless gloves, which have a strange sexiness to them that I have not tapped into. My regular business, military, old-school-socialist and vicotrian fetishes still apply. The goal is modern business woman meets victorian awesome. Think beautiful suffragette ( which they all were)CEO. That's the ticket. Lace, military, principal.

Oh, and leather gloves. I've always wanted nicely lined, pro-looking leather gloves.

I'm disturbed at how difficult it is for me to just sit still and read. I guess it comes from lack of practice, upheld by a long appreciation of film over book. I must remedy that.

Why do I always write about clothes? I guess it must be one of my passions. My other passions are in growth, like caterpillar in cocoon mode. I don't want to bust them out yet lest they slop out as helpless, easily-destructible ,biological, almost-butterfly sludge.

Oh, I've also decided to update the list of names for my future pets/houseplants/adoptees/spawn

Christabel
Asher
Jefferson
Hamilton
Sophia
Gaia
Hyrum
Kai
Roxcy
Xarrissa
Reagan
Barrack
Deborah
Emerson
Boston
Athena
Mariem
Valene

Oh, screw this. I'll figure it out when I get another houseplant. Hillary is still goin' strong, and I haven't watered her in forever.

I should probably get on that.

I'm just gonna kick back and relax right now though. I'm still hangin' out at the work desk. From where I sit I can see that someone still needs to shelve "Optimum Kayak" and "Cultural Landscape".