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Pretty much whatever I grab off the floor, as long as it's black.
Then boots, then out I go!

My daily wear consists of t-shirts and long skirts with leggings (I even wear thermals under skirts in the winter). For parties, I have a nice bright purple shirt and silver boots mrgreen

Black hoodie over a likely black t-shirt, blue jeans, colorful fuzzy socks, and tennis shoes. Of course undies. No bra.

I also always wear my glasses, my wedding ring, my watch, and the hairband keeping my long braid in. xd

white button down shirts, faded blue jeans, jackets or low v-necked sweaters/vests over the top, brown shoes, Harry Potter scarf.

Hardly ever black. almost always white.

My look changes from day to day, but overall I have a few particular styles.

Regular – T-shirt (usually fitted) and some sort of jeans. My jeans range from near bell-bottom to pencil, but not really "skinny jeans." Or Fabian, my leopard-print pants. I like to wear Fabian with my black T-shirt that has "ORCH DORCH" emblazoned across the front in Disco font. Because that's how big an Orch Dorch I am. Fabian also does well with my Mars Volta shirt and my Depeche Mode shirt. If it's chillier, I might wear armwarmers under the shirt. I would wear my black basic shoes or my boots, had not my boots had holes worn into the soles where rocks could get in and rattle around.

Cold weather – same thing, but with a sweater. I like turtlenecks. Then there's my winter coat, which is black and pretty nice. Gurgh, I need to get new boots.

Elegant/formal – a buttoned shirt, maybe my vest, and my purple coat or my black velvet blazer with the light blue lining. Pants would typically be Leopold – black velvet as well. Shoes are a problem now because all my good ones are all worn out.

If I'm feeling particularly flamboyant, my look tends toward a sort of glam rock or New Romantic style. Always fun. More fancy pants.

The pants-naming began in my Java class in seventh grade when my friend decided that a pair of purple corduroy pants I wore should be Fabio. Then came Fabian, the leopard-printed, then Leopold the black velvet, and this year, Renaldo – full name Renaldo Nebulus Merlin – my glam rock pants, quite tight, rather sparkly, dyed in a blue and purple fashion. All the names were given by my friends, and Renaldo came along with three of my friends suggesting names, and so he took them all.

Lately I've been in my cold weather attire.

Oh! I almost forgot. No matter what I'm wearing, I am not secure without at least one mechanical pencil clipped to my collar. It started as a convenience habit in 4th grade, then became sort of a compulsive one. If I reach up to my collar for a pencil and it's not there, I will descend into mild hysteria and commence an urgent search for it.

anything that hides my nakedness.