Wearing a partner friend's array of personalised waistcoats and dapper cravats.
Well, and all my leather; it's practically a part of me.
I took pictures of my schedule for tomorrow but there's no way I'll figure out posting pictures on this here magic-less about when it's already typing this behind the description boxes autocorrecting to goodness knows what.
Hate technology, love you all, living a lot, dating too much, birthday in a week. Thank holy fucking hell this year will be over for me! New revolution, new revelations, better resolve. Can't read a word of this, so good luck trying to read this drivel.
Oh dear gods I'm going to be distracted by so many pretty people this weekend. I'm doomed.
[Crossposted from dreamwidth.]