Regarding Socks and Legwarmers

With socks I suppose, it is slightly different. So I will start with legwarmers. Preparing to wear them, I mean.

Almost every time I want to wear The Black Ones, I usually even have a particular set in mind. But I have like six pair. And while searching through the Pile of Clothes That Used to Be the Contents of My Dressers I will find like six *different* black legwarmers in perfectly wearable condition.

By that point I don't care Which Pair. The first mate I find is The Decider.

Everything else about my outfit must fall in line with that.

Fashion's Victim.

When it comes to socks I don't care if they match exactly, they just need to be the same pattern. So one pink and one white strawberry ankle sock works just fine for me.

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Sick today. I woke up with an anvil on my chest. I was having trouble breathing. Coughing. A complete loss of steam.

By 5PM I'd had DayQuil and was feeling no pain. Making no sense. But feeling no pain, either.

Upon tomorrow's wakening I'll not wait so long to dose myself. There is a lot to be done.

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I'm only lately wanting to ever answer that DFW craving for More that I mentioned earlier. I subscribe to extremes I guess, because those have a better chance of working. Or ruling out a course of action entirely.

I'm a workaholic. I can take my time and never mind for a second that twelve hours has passed and I'm Still Working On the Same Fucking Document. I'd rather do that than send something off into the ether that didn't absolutely give me tingles, you know?

We are what we are doing every second. And as much as people who are already doing what they love to do most and making a comfortable living for themselves by doing it like to insist that ANYONE ELSE can do the same, I call bullshit.

But I don't think it's impossible to love every single thing you HAVE to do. If you're really gangster about claiming the value of every second you are allowed to draw breath.

You don't have a choice, you see.

Better to die like a lion than live like a pussy, I guess is what I'm trying to say.

Bonsoir.

Angelina