*readies spy notebook*

[constance]

You know how sometimes you wake up with a seemingly insatiable desire to know everything there is to know about everyone you know? You want to know what they have for breakfast and what they're doing right this second and what they're planning on doing today and what they're actually going to get around to doing, what they're thinking about and how they're feeling, and you find it overwhelming because there's just so much to know and you know you'll never know it all, and in your frustration -- and with the rising early-morning conviction that you're being a little crazy -- you just decide to get over it, and so you do, you push it down and roll over in bed and sleep for a few more minutes; and by the time your snooze alarm rings again, you're ready to start another day as a more non-crazy sort of person.

Or maybe you don't do that at all. But the point is that I do, and this morning the urge is clinging to me tightly enough that I'm not being so successful in shaking it. And I don't normally feel all that comfortable demanding information from people, but just this once I'm going to indulge myself in a small and useless (and determinedly superficial) way. Today I want to know, like any internet pervert worth her bandwidth allocation, what you're wearing. In detail as macroscopic or as microscopic as you'd like to make it. Surface only, or all the way down to the skin.

Okay, go. :)

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[xanthophyllippa.livejournal.com]

I'm wearing a fuzzy cream kind-of-chenille sweater from J.Jill that I loved when I bought it, realized made me look fat, didn't wear for two years, unearthed earlier this winter, finally worked up the courage to wear today, and realized that I've lost so much weight that the sweater is too big. I am also wearing the awesomest pants in the world - black Patagonia Serenity Capris, which are long enough on me to be wide-legged dress pants. And a pair of Naturalizer boots that are cooler than the Naturalizer brand would suggest, but which desperately need to be polished. Or colored on with a Sharpie.

Yes, I have that reaction - I currently have a serious fascination-based crush on two friends, and I just want to know EVERYTHING about them. Like, kind of laundry detergent, why their fridge always looks overfull if they eat the same thing for lunch every day, and how they talk to each other when I'm not around. I'm hoping the fascination doesn't show - if it does, I probably look like I'm the scary kind of crazy.

[tofty.livejournal.com]

cooler than the Naturalizer brand would suggest

The brand doesn't suggest style, does it? And yet I myself have a pair of their pointy-toed slingbacks which are very beautiful. And also comfy! Because that is what the brand does suggest, and I'm glad that that they make shoes that are both.

Like, kind of laundry detergent, why their fridge always looks overfull if they eat the same thing for lunch every day, and how they talk to each other when I'm not around

Oh, man. I crush on almost everyone I meet in this way. It's pretty exhausting, not to mention a little unsavory! But I'm so reserved that I'm never really in any danger of revealing my fascination. I think. Maybe I shouldn't just assume that this is true.