Perfected :: Her Body :: Greek Necessity :: Deep Throats :: Scrolls

An inadvertant fashion show... *sigh* The Best Friend is coming to stay in a few hours...Unlike the last time she was in Edinburgh, we can legally drink now. The last time was on a school trip, when I fell head over heels in love with this damn city all over again. I still have the pictures - there was I, hair cropped short as a boys, all baby-butch attitude and a sarcastic sense of humour. I've softened since then. The hair is longer, redder, the curves are back from their enforced exile. I look, and occasionally dress like, a girl. Even today, in jeans and trainers, and a t-shirt bearing the phrase 'Not a Pretty Girl'. Pink sweatband around my wrist and flourescent plastic bangles (did anyone else use to call them 'shagbands' when they briefly cam back in fashion in 1996 or thereabouts?) that clash with my delicate silver watch. The breasts that have achieved infamy since Saturday night swell under the black top and my nails are still the same vamp-lke shade of blood red. So what are *you* all wearing...? ______________________________ we have come so far :: it is over

Accomplishment :: The Moon :: Toga :: Night Flower