Trompé Setsuled (setsuled) wrote,
Trompé Setsuled

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What are you wearing?

I am now needled. I don't want to dwell on it, but suffice to say, I somehow made someone angry with me very abruptly in the middle of what seemed to me a perfectly cosy, amiable discourse. And I don't know what I did or said, and that's kinna getting under my skin. Oh well. I guess I should just hope for improved weather on those shores in the days ahead.

Hm. I just remembered that I still have at least four tic-tacs in the car . . . I've been on a bit of a tic-tac binge this evening . . .

Nordstrom’s is a scam by the way. I've been meaning to mention that here.

Their clothes are, in a word, tacky.

To elaborate; They often seem to be slightly too small. Their colours don't match each other, their plaids clash themselves. They feature a disturbing preponderance of Pepto-Bismol pink. Nearly everything looks as though it would appear stiff and carelessly artificial on a Barbie doll.

Of course, the reason this stuff is considered so primo by little old ladies, clueless middle-aged housewives, and Tori Spelling is that it's all so expensive, it has a reputation amongst female werepigeons as being cream of the crop, and there's often a piano somewhere on the premises.

People are stupid. Gods, it makes me want to cry when I think about how phenomenally stupid people are.

I mean, these are the sorts of clothes that people are gonna see on videos years from now and say, "Omigod! Those clothes are so dated--I cannot believe I wore that! Teehee!"

This situation arises when people have been suckered into the belief that no style of clothing is timeless. That you've gotta just wear what the mechanical arms on the treadmill dress you in. And then you pay exorbitant prices for it.

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