Yes-- socks! Run out again! Why is it that no matter how many millions of pairs of socks I buy, I never seem to have any? They just... disappear. Honestly, you'd think someone was coming in here, stealing the damn things, and selling them off. . . For me, socks are like sex: tons of it about, and I never seem to get any.
Yes-- socks! Run out again! Why is it that no matter how many millions of pairs of socks I buy, I never seem to have any? They just... disappear. Honestly, you'd think someone was coming in here, stealing the damn things, and selling them off. . . For me, socks are like sex: tons of it about, and I never seem to get any.
Oooohhhhh - 50s JD! Love it!
In another time's forgotten space
Your eyes looked through your mother's face
Wildflower seed and sand and stone
May the four winds blow you safely home
- Robert Hunter
Thanks!
All I need is a matchstick out of the corner of my mouth
Was gonna frost the tips white blond, but decided it'd probably turn a sick orange, so I didn't.
I still maintain it would look rather dashing, though.
Yes-- socks! Run out again! Why is it that no matter how many millions of pairs of socks I buy, I never seem to have any? They just... disappear. Honestly, you'd think someone was coming in here, stealing the damn things, and selling them off. . . For me, socks are like sex: tons of it about, and I never seem to get any.
James Dean!
In another time's forgotten space
Your eyes looked through your mother's face
Wildflower seed and sand and stone
May the four winds blow you safely home
- Robert Hunter
Cool Eddie!
Drape Suit and blue suade shoes next?
Fiona
xx
Ummm Fiona, you're mixing your metaphors. Drape Suit ("Zoot Suit") was 1940s Pachucos. Blue suede shoes was mid-50s.Originally Posted by Fiona K
Sorry I am *such* a pedant
In another time's forgotten space
Your eyes looked through your mother's face
Wildflower seed and sand and stone
May the four winds blow you safely home
- Robert Hunter
Thanks, guys!
I quite like it...
Mosr pics as I take 'em...
Hmmmm. Zoot Suit, maybe...
Blue suede shoes, probably...
I like to clash styles. Right now I'm wearing light grey pinstripe trousers fitted in ALL the right places and a blue shimmery shirt. Fantabbo!
My cousin's wedding is tomorrow, so I get to show off the new colour to the folks
Yes-- socks! Run out again! Why is it that no matter how many millions of pairs of socks I buy, I never seem to have any? They just... disappear. Honestly, you'd think someone was coming in here, stealing the damn things, and selling them off. . . For me, socks are like sex: tons of it about, and I never seem to get any.
Cool! Don't forget the reet pleats!
In another time's forgotten space
Your eyes looked through your mother's face
Wildflower seed and sand and stone
May the four winds blow you safely home
- Robert Hunter
your pics look like mug shots. don't you ever smile? guys smile in pictures too you know. even if its just a smirk.
The look is way too serious.
I don't really smile... Unless there's something funny going on. I'm a serious bloke. Most times, anyway.
Er, and I took the pictures of myself. I feel kind of stupid smiling when there's no- one around...
Next time I might try smiling... But in a way, probably not a way.
Yes-- socks! Run out again! Why is it that no matter how many millions of pairs of socks I buy, I never seem to have any? They just... disappear. Honestly, you'd think someone was coming in here, stealing the damn things, and selling them off. . . For me, socks are like sex: tons of it about, and I never seem to get any.
I have trouble holding a smile for more than a few seconds before it looks forced. So I try to have someone flirting with me or telling jokes just before the camera shutter clicks.
In another time's forgotten space
Your eyes looked through your mother's face
Wildflower seed and sand and stone
May the four winds blow you safely home
- Robert Hunter
I know, I know... I really am 18 but I look about 12. Most FTMs look younger than they are, for some reason.
Yes-- socks! Run out again! Why is it that no matter how many millions of pairs of socks I buy, I never seem to have any? They just... disappear. Honestly, you'd think someone was coming in here, stealing the damn things, and selling them off. . . For me, socks are like sex: tons of it about, and I never seem to get any.