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I finished one of my Lolita Legs stockings after months of saying I was going to do it. I attempted several methods of photographing the stocking last night without posting my leg on the internet. In the end, the stocking looks like a glob of yarn without a leg inside of it. Plus, it's just my leg. It's not like I'm flashing a boob to my flist. This is a no-nipple zone.
( picture of the stocking )
So, my problem is that the stocking keeps falling down my thigh when I lace it with a ribbon. I temporarily used a white elastic cord as a lace up the back, but it doesn't look pretty. I was thinking about dying the cord a different color to spice up the back of the stocking. White just isn't working for me.
I've done nothing today but order breakfast for the office and stare at my desk. A group of solicitors were harassing the poor receptionist a few moments ago. They were bullying their way through her so they could go into employees' private offices. The hallway outside my door looks down into the lobby. I walked out there and sent them packing. They wanted to sell tickets to basketball games at UNM. I told them that we all hated basketball before pointing out the No Solicitation sign on the door. So, that's the only other thing I've managed to do today. I'm on a roll.
My high school English teacher told us that if, on the first day of the month, you said, "Rabbit, rabbit," before opening your eyes and getting out of bed, you would have a good month. I've never managed to do this. I doubt anyone other than a terribly happy morning person would remember. When I wake, I'm not thinking about having a good month; I'm thinking about how I'm going to get out of bed and go to work when I feel like I could use another three hours of sleep. Plus, it's been cold and dark these past few mornings. This is not exactly the best weather for rising and shining. Not that I know how to do that on sunny, warm mornings either.
P.S. - What the fuck is it with me and the characters I like? I always end up liking the kinda-sorta bad boy who is emotionally stunted in general, but secretly has a heart of gold and a desire to be honorable (in his own way). I'm frickin' predictable. Titus Pullo from Rome is my new cause. (We're going to ignore that I find him very pleasing to the eye. Gaaaaa...) I've been wobbling back and forth on whether I like that program or not. At first it was pretty ridiculous. I didn't care for most of the characters, thought some of them were annoying to no end, and hated the excessive sex scenes I found to be unnecessary. It has taken me ten episodes to even figure out that I might like it. A little. I was expecting another Carnivale or Deadwood. Rome is definitely not up to the caliber of those two shows, but it's tolerable.
( picture of the stocking )
So, my problem is that the stocking keeps falling down my thigh when I lace it with a ribbon. I temporarily used a white elastic cord as a lace up the back, but it doesn't look pretty. I was thinking about dying the cord a different color to spice up the back of the stocking. White just isn't working for me.
I've done nothing today but order breakfast for the office and stare at my desk. A group of solicitors were harassing the poor receptionist a few moments ago. They were bullying their way through her so they could go into employees' private offices. The hallway outside my door looks down into the lobby. I walked out there and sent them packing. They wanted to sell tickets to basketball games at UNM. I told them that we all hated basketball before pointing out the No Solicitation sign on the door. So, that's the only other thing I've managed to do today. I'm on a roll.
My high school English teacher told us that if, on the first day of the month, you said, "Rabbit, rabbit," before opening your eyes and getting out of bed, you would have a good month. I've never managed to do this. I doubt anyone other than a terribly happy morning person would remember. When I wake, I'm not thinking about having a good month; I'm thinking about how I'm going to get out of bed and go to work when I feel like I could use another three hours of sleep. Plus, it's been cold and dark these past few mornings. This is not exactly the best weather for rising and shining. Not that I know how to do that on sunny, warm mornings either.
P.S. - What the fuck is it with me and the characters I like? I always end up liking the kinda-sorta bad boy who is emotionally stunted in general, but secretly has a heart of gold and a desire to be honorable (in his own way). I'm frickin' predictable. Titus Pullo from Rome is my new cause. (We're going to ignore that I find him very pleasing to the eye. Gaaaaa...) I've been wobbling back and forth on whether I like that program or not. At first it was pretty ridiculous. I didn't care for most of the characters, thought some of them were annoying to no end, and hated the excessive sex scenes I found to be unnecessary. It has taken me ten episodes to even figure out that I might like it. A little. I was expecting another Carnivale or Deadwood. Rome is definitely not up to the caliber of those two shows, but it's tolerable.
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