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I was brushing my teeth and thinking about Muskrat Jamboree, like you do.
People on my flist are starting to get variously enthusiastic and/or frantic about What They're Going To Wear, which is a game I've been opting out of since ConneXions 2004, when I realized my personal makes me happy/makes me crazy ratio on that was pretty much 0/1.
It occurred to me that I could do the super-low-rent version of getting tarted up by wandering around the con in exactly what I was wearing while brushing my teeth, i.e. raggedy low-slung guy-jeans and a sports bra.
Then it occurred to me that this might just make me officially the Gayest Straight Girl Ever.
People on my flist are starting to get variously enthusiastic and/or frantic about What They're Going To Wear, which is a game I've been opting out of since ConneXions 2004, when I realized my personal makes me happy/makes me crazy ratio on that was pretty much 0/1.
It occurred to me that I could do the super-low-rent version of getting tarted up by wandering around the con in exactly what I was wearing while brushing my teeth, i.e. raggedy low-slung guy-jeans and a sports bra.
Then it occurred to me that this might just make me officially the Gayest Straight Girl Ever.