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backundkochrezepte
brothersandsisters
cubicasa
petroros
ionicfilter
acne-facts
consciouslifestyle
hosieryassociation
analpornoizle
acbdp
polskie-dziwki
polskie-kurwy
agwi
dsl-service-dsl-providers
airss
stone-island
turbomagazin
ursi2011
godsheritageevangelical
hungerdialogue
vezetestechnika
achatina
never-fail
Sunday, May 10, 2009
I was born with a hammer in my hand.
I'm not the kind of person who wears all black, well, ever. I went through a brief semi-goth phase when I was fifteen (basically, I dyed my long hair black on a regular basis and listened to a lot of KMFDM) and haven't returned to wearing a monotone black outfit since those days. But I decided to experiment with "the dark side" yesterday, and limited myself to wearing all-black. With the red lipstick, I have to say, it felt pretty darn glamorous. Later in the day, I had to attend a benefit concert with my parents, so I changed and cheated a bit by wearing brown platforms. I was expecting the concert to be lame, but there was actually this frenetic bluegrass band that I really enjoyed. I've never thought about it much before, but I guess I'm a fan of frenetic bluegrass?
P.S. -Does anyone else out there share my love for wickedly obvious spelling mistakes?
Also, I added the MOTHERLOAD of new stuff to Cleaning Out My Closet. Take a look!
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