8.16.2001
 
Thrift-store shopping has got to be the only time I've ever been excited over shopping. Not even when I found a store packed with Don't Panic shirts (the ones that say stuff like "Let's get one thing straight, I'm not").

Bought at least 20 articles of clothing that, if bought brand new and at some place like Anchor Blue or Hot Topic where I usually shop, would amount to roughly $300. I only spent about $40 this time 'round. So, what did I buy? An Airforce Captain's jacket, a full-body jumpsuit that fits like a dream, a bright red button shirt (been needing more color in my wardrobe), a similar yellow-ochre one, five different ties, a plain red shirt and a black shirt to be customized, ten candles, three candle holders, and an antique breadbox... okay, so the 20-something item count was a bit of an exaggeration.

Currently swallowing whole Matthew Rettenmund's Blind Items. As far as subject matter and writing style goes, I haven't been able to find a lot of GLBT writers that I particularly like. So far the number is three: Poppy Z. Brite, the guy who wrote the book I let Rica borrow, and now Matthew Rettenmund. The main character in this particular book I can relate to more: white-washed by his upbringing, juggling the way he behaves, and has a fondness/reluctance-to-discard old items.

And is it just me, or does the only female bandmember from the Josh Joplin Group look like Zell from FF8? Weird.

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