Well-Behaved Women

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These are turning more into lengthy explanations rather than stories. I AM going to fix that. Even if it ends up being tomorrow. I will even re-answer with better answers.

But keep ‘em coming! I need some more inspirations to write/story-tell.

stellarer replied to your post: Announcement? Of a sort? Apology, maybe? Dunno. Something. DEFINITELY something. And one of those QUESTION things.

Pets! Do you have any? Idk. um, or maybe— do you have a favorite outfit? (I hope you’re feeling better, hugs)

I sorta have a cat. I mean, she lives in my apartment with me and has since she was a kitten, but she’s more of my roommate’s than mine. I had a lovely cat named Dante (who I just called Kitty) who died at Christmas. (Seriously sucky Christmas. I found out that he was going to die ON Christmas day and spent the entire day crying.) I think I’ll be ready for another cat once I get my own place. But until then, the little bugger named Sam (called Kitten… yeah. I know) will continue to consider me hers.

Sad story. Okay- Favorite outfit!

The outfit that I wear most of all is a black shirt and blue jeans. I have so many black shirts, on multiple occasions I’ll be riffling through my closet going, “NO! The OTHER black shirt!” It’s kinda been my go-to outfit for years now. But it works.

I like it because it’s sort of a hacker/tech uniform in Seattle. We have such a big technology industry (and a HUGE infosec community) that I feel like I fit in when I walk around downtown. I like to think people look at me and think, “Oooh! Sexy hacker chick!” I did work for a hacker (offensive security) company for a while, so it’s not THAT far off. (But I worked in admin and marketing… So… It’s still cheating.)

Even though I rarely wear them, I love to wear dresses. My favorite outfit is a black and red dress, in a retro pattern, black pea-coat, red silk scarf, black mary-jane shoes, and a black flapper hat. Someone once described my style as modern-retro-housewife. I kinda like that!

ailoncha replied to your post: Announcement? Of a sort? Apology, maybe? Dunno. Something. DEFINITELY something. And one of those QUESTION things.

I’m glad to hear from you, and I hope you’re feeling better now. Remember that if you ever need something, your tumblr pals are here for you. Oh, question time. Let’s see… anything that comes to your mind related with “guilty pleasure”.

The first thing that came to mind was actually a conversation that I had last night with a friend. They wanted to share some (for lack of a better word) porn that they thought I might enjoy, but at the same time were worried that it would affect my view of them. It was kind of silly. We both just sat there, obviously into the same sort of thing, but too embarrassed to admit it to each other for fear of altering our opinions of each other.

In the end, the “porn” was shared. (The funny thing is, I think it might not actually be my thing! Turns out that we’re both definitely perverted but in different ways. Tragic. Still, I’m going to look into it. It could be fun anyway.)

But on to an actual guilty pleasure and its story.

Stoner Comedies. I am a North-westerner (by choice, not birth) and therefore, pretty elitist. It just happens. You move to the NW of the US and suddenly, you become a snob on things you didn’t think you could even be snobby about. And don’t get me wrong, I love some classy movies. My parents constantly make fun of me for it.

But god. There is something about Dude, Where’s My Car or Harold and Kumar or Jay and Silent Bob that just leaves me in stitches. I don’t even smoke but I can’t help but love them. (Not so big on the “classic” stoner comedies of the 70s and 80s though. Never could quite understand the humor of Cheech and Chong.)

That is a crappy story. It’s not even a story! I’ve got to think on this one and I promise that I’ll write something better.

Sorry I’ve been so distant lately. Mood-stuff. (One of the many things I love about tumblr is that I feel like, when I say something like “mood-stuff” you all understand what I mean.)

So I’m in an odd mood right now. And I want to do something silly and possibly a bit reckless. I want to do one of those question things again. But this time, I will not only give you the answer, I’ll also give you a true story about it. (Even if the story is embarrassing/sex/weepy/lovey/angsty/holy-what-the-fuck.)

Topic? Anything goes. No time limit.

(I’m thinking questions like: What’s your favorite color? Or sex position. Or you could just give me a topic. Or whatever. All I’m saying is that you don’t have to ask for a specific tale of adventure.) (Seriously. I just want to do something fun tonight. Take my mind off of my mind.)