I don't really wear t-shirts, and if I do, they never say anything.
Maybe I live on a tv show. Hmmm.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I don't really wear t-shirts, and if I do, they never say anything.
Maybe I live on a tv show. Hmmm.
A person would have to have a lawyer or 25 in the family to leave the numbers up for long. The whole situation makes me want to be a bit more cryptic with the info on my handheld. I don't carry a whole lot of famous people's phone numbers, but I do have client info that I would not want in anyone's hands.
YaY Lee! When is the change taking place? Did you give notice?
My latest t-shirt is this one: [link]
Unfortunately I didn't get the earlier design which was cooler (and also more copyright infringing, unfortunately.)
Why were you talking with my boss?
Because it's Reach Out and Verbally Spank a Stranger Day. Totally slipped my mind!
We need the transcript shrift.
The actual conversation wasn't very entertaining. My brain is still pretty fogged, so the mental conversation could have been carried out with stick figures, a blunt object, and lots of red markers.
The ladies on Gilmore Girls wear tee-shirts that say things. Seth on the The O.C wears tee-shirts that say things.
Allibelle lives in the Mute Tee-Shirt Universe, where people are doomed to have personalities that are apparent without messages on their clothing.
Weep for her.
My clothing usually sends the message "Wearer prefers comfortable button-down rayon or silk shirts to cotton Tees." But it was fun wearing my Many Moods of Angel shirt to Thessaly's and Victor's finale party.
*sniffle* I never realized all that I was missing... I thought I just liked solid colors that were easier to match, and I didn't care for messages, so much, and I generally found a t-shirt with a saying on it didn't go as well with the skirt I was usually wearing, or the jeans I was dressing up a bit... but I was so wrong! I accidentally stumbled across a whole different universe, where in people must actually talk to me if they'd like to know my opinions. How did I go so wrong?
Yeah, I can't deal with clothing with words on it, outside the house. I can barely deal with pictures, even, but I am sometimes willing to wear my Wonder Woman tank top.
I have a t-shirt on that I picked up in Pittsburgh at the Phipps Conservatory. It has a picture of a lovely gnarled tree and proclaims "I am not dead, I'm dormant," it is my favorite tee.
I'd feel bad if my PDA got lost and Colin's phone number ended up in the hands of someone who actually knew who he was and wanted to use the number nefariously. However he has more fame to gain before that's a problem, so no worries.
There are a couple other numbers on there that should really not get out -- sadly, my parents accidentally sent a blank text message to one of them while they had borrowed my phone.
Many of my shirts have writing. Most of them say Krav Maga, unsurprisingly.