Back in the office for my one day workweek.

Wore my mary jeans and ancient silver tab jeans with cuffs turned up and a light blue 40's inspired button down crew shirt...or at least, I hope that's what it's called.

I can never really remember what clothes are called or why they're called that way. I mean, when is a shell a shell and when is it just a t-shirt? Are they pedal pushers or clam diggers? And who the hell decides to call them these things? The divas at Vogue? Why not those at Cosmo or Glamour? Maybe even Elle? Do they hold of some sort of fashion meeting? Or do they have an established fashion-naming committee?

Anyway, I look like what I want to look: 40's grunge Betty only with dark hair. I would say Veronica only she would never be caught dead in said outfit.

I mean, the grungiest I have ever seen her the comic is when she was wearing demim cutoff hot pants. I don't think she ever went through the grunge phase even when grunge was in...come to think of it, none of the Archie gange went into the grunge phase.

Which is a wonder, since they went through the 80's demented fashion phase, and that's a fucking lot worse than the hip hop or even grunge phase.

I don't know what the people from the 80's were thinking. I aliens decided to land in the middle of Union Square and make friends they'd certainly feel at home with all the weird looking people milling around.

It took me years to modify my image of "punk" as some glam-rocked kid with piercings, an electric blue mohawk and really bad make-up to just the people who play good rock. I forgive the Sex Pistols since they're European. Besides, they have trancended.

Anyway, now that i've thought about it, I think Jughead went through this hip hop phase. Tons of Cross Colours stuff and the semi-lowrider baggy jeans.

Might have to check...

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Just found out that we have work tomorrow. Will this ever end???

I may put in leave just for the heck of it, since I am just sick and tired of dragging my ass to work already. I think I have about seven left. Six won't fucking harm me.

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Oh now, this is a shocker. My busmate/classmate from HS just Friendstered me. She...looks like a slut.

Bad word. Will soap my mouth later. But WTF? She used to be this sweet girl, now she looks like some lame-ass poster girl for a cheap RTW catalogue. And she changed her name too: Yzabelle.

I would say that this sounds more like a porn name than her old name, but Ysabs is an Ysabel and though she is a fox she is anything but slutty. I am just...flabbergasted by this. Completely taken by surprise.

I wonder what happened. How'd she turn out this way? I mean, how in the world could she turn out this way? I mean, I remembered her, we used to fucking sit together in the school bus on the way to school for crying out loud! I knew her, what she's like!

People change, right, granted and known. But hell holy, does it have to be this extreme of a jump?

Oh, look who's talking. The nerd who suddenly develops an allergy towards the academe. I always hated to study, but my odium has somehow spread to even the thought of organized schooling. For this point in my life, no school for me, blessed be.

Hmmm...maybe it's a phase thing for her too...good God, I hope so.