black women center: promises, promises

I feel like I lure people onto my blog under the false pretense that this is a fashion/style blog just because I post pictures of myself wearing clothes. (As opposed to pictures of kittens, not as opposed to pictures of myself not wearing clothes, although I guess that wouldn't be a very compelling fashion blog either.)

To prove my point, here is another list of lists (so meta!): ← unintentional sadface

Names of WiFi networks within range of my apartment building:

hide yo kids hide yo wifi
pretty fly for a wifi
Ralph's Stupendous Network
notwork

A smattering of unrelated statements

I am almost at the very last of my Write One Leafs (Leaves?), and I haven't made progress on the next prompt, so I won't be posting any for a while.
I do have a script from Script Frenzy that I'm going to post, though. Six months late.
Target brand Up & Up floss is awful. It's so thin, it's like trying to floss while gripping a piece of hair.
Humid weather does great things for my hair.

Current style direction (aspirational)

Gibson tucks with vintage hair combs
heinous jumpers (a la Arthur Darvill, Matt Smith, Martin Freeman)
peacocks, stags, and whales as clothing motifs
Saltwater Sandals (or sandals of that ilk) with socks
multicolor striped metallic sweaters
Creatures-of-the-Deep-colored hair
gloves (knit fingerless, leather motorcycle)
pants (cords, denim, twill?) in black, forest green, deep fuchsia, bright violet, gray, rust, indigo-blue

Current style direction (involuntary)

what can be termed grubby glow

Really into

tai chi
ginger everything
Justin Bieber's un/broken voice
prunes

Consuming

Pride and Prejudice (very slowly, on a Kindle)
Downton Abbey (FLAWLESS SHOW IS FLAWLESS! You must try at least one episode!)
Commentarius, only because Chandler read it, and he is probably my favorite Lily/James shipper on the internet. (OKAY AND I MIGHT HAVE AN INTERNET CRUSH ON HIM BECAUSE I ASSOCIATE HIM WITH JAMES POTTER.) (Okay, and the writing style makes me want to wince because it's in diary form, but I'm pretty sure my 17-year-old diarying wasn't very mature either.)

(Oh look, I can actually excerpt my 17-year-old diary:
okay after freeze tag i ended up with a scrape on my left elbow and a bruise there, and a bruise on my hip somewhere, a HUGE bruise on my left knee, and a smaller bruise on my right knee. the left knee bruise hurts like CRAZY.
HOW RIVETING, YOUNG SAM!)