I am wearing all black, with a Witch Hunter Robin-esque-ness about me; all flowing coat and doomy skirts.
I have wicked-good anime hair today. It's all up and out, with my fringe doing that segmented thing that only comic-drawn hair can.
I've worn in my new boots enough that I no longer get blisters. I'm now all booted up again, and ready to kick-ass and take names as needed.
My super big science head is so slick that even though I fucked up my experiment, my results are still salvagable.
Yesterday someone told me that I am very good at reading people. Fear my uncanny ability to work out people's deals.
I dance like no-one is watching. (Aparently, when no-one is watching I am a stripper.)
I am too cool for school, baby. Peace out.