oh, i beseech you for aid, jebus. it's so very very cold up in corstorphine (a friend of mine actually calls it 'the badlands') and my feet won't warm up satisfactorily enough even though my electric blanket (yum yum yum) is on 3/3. ironically i know i'll fall alseep with it on, and wake up in two hours, perspiring, confused and dehydrated. what now with the who now?
i made an interesting discovery as i changed out of my 'at home' attire (trackpants, goonies t shirt, boots my brother denounces as 'heinous - you look like you're going to chainsawing in them') and into what i consider to be casual yet stylish choices
i had on my faded flared jeans, a black/grey stripey long sleeved top with a cool green printed t shirt over the top, and my moss green laceless converse chuck taylor low cut sneakers
and i realised i could be anywhere from the age of 9 up until 40ish, located in time anywhere between 1960 something until now. i could be a kid, or i could be a techogeek, or i could be an artist or a writer, or a disillusioned teenager from any of the decades during that time
fashion is cyclical. i am cynical. the timing is critical. reverse, inverse, traverse, converse
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