Well fuck, I did it.
Going through the clothing, I kinda have to. I have too much, and half of it I hate. I got a few nice pieces today, which means I have to get rid of some. Not to mention the pile of clothes on my bed currently preventing sleep is a bit much, even for my standards. So....out it all goes.
I finally went through the lingerie. I kept things that were really old, or had nostalgia value, or just looked killer on me (like the flesh colored renisancie-thing with the legs cut all the way above the hips--just yummy) and dumped the rest, which came to quite a number. Its been my habit since my second ex to keep pieces that were older, rattier, or just didnt look as good on me for purposes of destruction. Tear, claw, hot wax, scissors, whatever, just fantasy clothing, stuff to ruin in a nice bout of no-holds-barred fun. But I expect no one will see me in any of this anymore but me, and I guess I finally admitted it.
I havent gone through the full length gowns yet. In spite of knowing I should get rid of a full half of them or more, they always give me more problems, as do the dresses. I almost never wear them, but I am very covetous of them. I know how good they look, its why I cant get rid of them. But I usually wear them for no one but me anyway, so I have no idea why I keep them. Who in hells am I impressing?
What I hate is half my "good" clothing has to go. Both in the business suit sense, and in my black leather/pleather/goth/just plain fun clothing sense. The most annoying thing in the world is fighting so hard to shave off twenty to thirty pounds, only to have all the clothing you looked so good in and painstakingly collected and saved for and gathered to you as your "style" all fuckin falling off you. I cant even wear half the pants without a belt anymore, and all my sexy clothing now just drapes me. Aside from loss of breast plumpness, that is about the most annoying thing ever. I have to recollect my entire wardrobe, piece by painstaking piece. Losing weight is expensive!
And I have to try on every goddamn pair of jeans in this room, and then, despite the fact half will be way too big anyway, decide which ones stay until I can collect smaller sizes, and which ones have to go. I hate the whole "jeans shopping" bit, drives me up a wall. I hate it even more now that, for the first time in my life, I have to own belts, or be in danger of losing my trousers. They are hardly the level of flattering I crave, but they service until I come into some funds. And all my black jeans just balooned off of me, so almost all of them are blue now. *sigh*
On the up side I suddenly have a shit ton of floor space, two garbage bags and two clothing bags later. I can even walk to my closet again.
And that was the sound of Deb driving away at 4 am. It will be almost 8am by the time she gets home, and she's driving back with the husband and kids tomorrow. I guess we're all going to be dead busy from now on. But the interlude was pleasent.
Hmmm....Conjure One, Delerium, Blue Man Group, Morphine, Murder By Death, Cowboy Junkies, Helium Vola, Coil, CKY, Demons and Wizards, and one Ivan Neville nestled in the midst of it all. Yeah, I can snooze to that, just as soon as I put my bed back together again. Much purrage so far.
Tonight Deb and I talked about music as god, and why we thought of it that way, and how to worship the music is, in a sense, to worship diety. I cant wait to pursue that farther with her when she isnt halfway tipsy and I'm not halfway asleep.
Still no word on the ASVAB results, maybe tomorrow.
Beddie-bye I go.
Going through the clothing, I kinda have to. I have too much, and half of it I hate. I got a few nice pieces today, which means I have to get rid of some. Not to mention the pile of clothes on my bed currently preventing sleep is a bit much, even for my standards. So....out it all goes.
I finally went through the lingerie. I kept things that were really old, or had nostalgia value, or just looked killer on me (like the flesh colored renisancie-thing with the legs cut all the way above the hips--just yummy) and dumped the rest, which came to quite a number. Its been my habit since my second ex to keep pieces that were older, rattier, or just didnt look as good on me for purposes of destruction. Tear, claw, hot wax, scissors, whatever, just fantasy clothing, stuff to ruin in a nice bout of no-holds-barred fun. But I expect no one will see me in any of this anymore but me, and I guess I finally admitted it.
I havent gone through the full length gowns yet. In spite of knowing I should get rid of a full half of them or more, they always give me more problems, as do the dresses. I almost never wear them, but I am very covetous of them. I know how good they look, its why I cant get rid of them. But I usually wear them for no one but me anyway, so I have no idea why I keep them. Who in hells am I impressing?
What I hate is half my "good" clothing has to go. Both in the business suit sense, and in my black leather/pleather/goth/just plain fun clothing sense. The most annoying thing in the world is fighting so hard to shave off twenty to thirty pounds, only to have all the clothing you looked so good in and painstakingly collected and saved for and gathered to you as your "style" all fuckin falling off you. I cant even wear half the pants without a belt anymore, and all my sexy clothing now just drapes me. Aside from loss of breast plumpness, that is about the most annoying thing ever. I have to recollect my entire wardrobe, piece by painstaking piece. Losing weight is expensive!
And I have to try on every goddamn pair of jeans in this room, and then, despite the fact half will be way too big anyway, decide which ones stay until I can collect smaller sizes, and which ones have to go. I hate the whole "jeans shopping" bit, drives me up a wall. I hate it even more now that, for the first time in my life, I have to own belts, or be in danger of losing my trousers. They are hardly the level of flattering I crave, but they service until I come into some funds. And all my black jeans just balooned off of me, so almost all of them are blue now. *sigh*
On the up side I suddenly have a shit ton of floor space, two garbage bags and two clothing bags later. I can even walk to my closet again.
And that was the sound of Deb driving away at 4 am. It will be almost 8am by the time she gets home, and she's driving back with the husband and kids tomorrow. I guess we're all going to be dead busy from now on. But the interlude was pleasent.
Hmmm....Conjure One, Delerium, Blue Man Group, Morphine, Murder By Death, Cowboy Junkies, Helium Vola, Coil, CKY, Demons and Wizards, and one Ivan Neville nestled in the midst of it all. Yeah, I can snooze to that, just as soon as I put my bed back together again. Much purrage so far.
Tonight Deb and I talked about music as god, and why we thought of it that way, and how to worship the music is, in a sense, to worship diety. I cant wait to pursue that farther with her when she isnt halfway tipsy and I'm not halfway asleep.
Still no word on the ASVAB results, maybe tomorrow.
Beddie-bye I go.