Nov. 2nd, 2009
1992 called. it wants its look back.
Nov. 2nd, 2009 11:20 pmI worked from home today, and was therefore not dressed to go outside where it was getting on for cold when rehearsal time came around. Needed another layer. So for reasons that aren't a hundred percent clear in my mind but probably have to do with ease and comfort and not having time to actually think about putting together anything that could reasonably be called an outfit, I dug up an old plaid flannel shirt and threw it on over my t-shirt and blue jeans.
My first impulse was to say Oh my god, I can't quite believe this thing ever fit me; but of course that's wrong, isn't it. ( There was never a time when this thing actually fit me, not ever. )
My first impulse was to say Oh my god, I can't quite believe this thing ever fit me; but of course that's wrong, isn't it. ( There was never a time when this thing actually fit me, not ever. )