At any rate, in the shirt Cate made me, along with my hair down and marker on my face and some eyeliner, I was looking quite the goth. Drank a little, danced a little, and smoked too much. Thought a woman was a man in drag, then found out it was just the heroin making her look decayed.
In normal day to day wear, Jeremy dresses fine, if a bit preppie. But when he decides to dress odd... umm, well, there's no truth to the sterotype that gay men have taste. That night he was okay, just a blue latex t-shirt. But I saw him packing for DC, and there was this hideous leather vest.
Eh. Work tomorrow, and Tuesday we head down to K-town for new years eve. Which might actually be at Max's again if my friends downstate have anything to say about it. (It's a tradition)
Anywho... I'm going to go read more of the Stainless Steel Rat (Harry Harrison being mostly serious).