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2003-07-30 || 1:04 p.m. || oh. || seeing as i am attending a fancypants event after work this evening, i am dressed up a little fancypants. i am wearing a serious skirt. i am wearing a ruffly blouse. i am wearing, if you'll allow me to mention, fishnet stockings and some very fancy high heels. two, nay, three observations: 1. supervisors and co-workers are very curious as to my fancypants motives. i like to keep them guessing and subliminally drop the word "interview" into the conversation every once in a while, just to get them right worried. 2. i usually stay clear of the high heels because clearing six feet always makes me feel especially yeti-like, but today walking down the hall i realize not only the yeti inclinations but also the fact i have no idea how to walk in heels. i have a feeling i look like a puppy trying to walk a tightrope. or jack lemmon in heels trying to walk a tightrope. decidedly unsexy. 3. and speaking of unsexy: just made the observation that although the fishnets are very hott, fishnets + legs bearing bad mosquito-bite redspots gives one the impression of a dirty scabies-rattled french hooker. and as much as i really like the french hooker look, communicable diseases are probably not the best accessories one could muster. i cannot win. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |