White v-neck half-sleeve tee... with nothing under it, which is abundantly clear. >.>
Also, pink boyshort panties, and flared dark bluejeans.
You know, in my fantasies, I always prefer women that are either dressed really sexy, or dressed in some sort of "hawt" alternative fashion. Yet the shear exuberence that I read in to your replies here with what sounds like relatively mundane clothing always brings a smile to my face. And now, with this particular post, this oh, so down to earth form of unintended sexyness, you've now surpassed in my own mind's eye the sexyness of anything else that I remember anyone else posting in this thread. Because you so obviously don't exagerate what you're wearing, since you're so obviously truthful here, the simple fact that you're dressed in a sexy fashion for what's likely to be entirely mundane reasons and just happened to post now and become aware of it, are all reasons why you're spiking my hawtness meter into the red. I hope that you take this as the shameless drunken flattery that it is, and enjoy the attention in the way that it's intended, have a good blushing giggle, and go about your day, snickering or flushing just a tiny bit in the cheeks when my words happen to press themselves into your memory.
Me, I'm having a pretty nice b-day. I'm a bit drunk, and I've broken away from the family for a bit to come onto E, which I feel is akin to a second family. Never before have I had a birthday that's been so nice in terms of people that I know wishing me well, and people that I barely know but like wishing me the same as well.
I'm wearing a bit of a flush on my cheeks from some good Irish whiskey. Being part Irish, I take this as a matter of pride that I'm drinking Irish, and the not the cheap American piss water produced domestically. I'm wearing a goofy smile, as I have been for much of the day from all of the kind words I've received on E this day, which marks my 36th year of existance. As usual, I'm wearing mostly black (including the jeans, socks, underwear, and glasses)... I never bothered to change out of my work shoes, so my feet are covered by brown suede casual-semi dressy shoes. I'm wearing a comfy dark green tee shirt that's got wolves on it. I really love wolves. Although my Ex decided that my totem animal was The Bear, I've always had a love for wolves, and I likely always will. I think that Wolf was my first totem, and I think that she might have been right that Bear was my second totem. I just got a hair cut yesterday, and trimed my goatee down to being nicely short and trim, and so I'm looking pretty sharp at the moment, but not in the traditional GQ way. I don't go for that kind of look except when I must, but on the rare occations when I must, I pull it off and own it.
Anyhow, I'm obviously inebriated, and rambling, so I'll finish this long winded piece before it finishes me, and while I still have the sensitivity to type. Besides, the steaks are done, and it's time to go sink my pointed wolfish teeth into a nice piece of bloody red meat. And only because I'm like this when I'm drinking, I love each and every one of you that reads this. May the Gods and Goddesses hold and protect each and every one of you. <3 <3 <3 <3 <3