PRECOFFEE??

That's just uncalled for.

::shoves coffee through interwebs for meara::

But the rest of it sounds like the standard meara-spheric levels of HOTT.

Though given some conversations I've had about the Seattle aesthetic and attitude, recently,

HEY! Oh, wait, the rest of Seattle is like that, isn't it? I will restrain my indignant "hmmph!"

I suppose it might go over better than I'd anticipate or prefer...

Well, you're gorgeous. Of course the rumpled pre-coffee look is good on you.

Well, Jilli, it's especially prevalent among the dykes. The whole crunchier granola hipster grunge dirty hippy I don't comb my hair I'm cool because I pay someone to cut my hair to make it look like my hair hasn't been cut in six months kinda look. All that jazz. What can I say. We were in Portland, where it's even MORE so, and me and my J-Crew-East-Coast self were mourning the culture shock. I was all "Where's my dykes who look slick and fierce and like to hang out with fancy gay men who want nice things and fancy drinks??"

Fear not, Sean. I have coffee now. With an extra shot, even, thanks to that barista. :)

My ex Michelle, when she moved from Minneapolis to DC (er, this was after we broke up), was going to the coffee shop in the student union all the time, and kinda though the manager of the shop was flirting with her, but wasn't sure, and was mentioning this to us....and then the girl was like, GIVING HER FREE COFFEE, and we were like "Dude, that's flirting with you"....and finally the girl was WRITING HER NUMBER on Michelle's coffee cup!! We were like "Michelle, do you need a bigger sign????"

Ha, that's straight out of a How I Met Your Mother episode!

I don't believe in the horoscope and I know better than to ascribe mystic sight to The Onion's horoscope, but...

Capricorn December 22 - January 19

Your hunger for knowledge is second to none. Unfortunately, you tend to regurgitate everything right back up again.

...eerie...

Well, Jilli, it's especially prevalent among the dykes. The whole crunchier granola hipster grunge dirty hippy I don't comb my hair I'm cool because I pay someone to cut my hair to make it look like my hair hasn't been cut in six months kinda look. All that jazz.

Oh, that look is prevalent amongst most of Seattle, not just the dykes. Crazy people, I say. Dress up, dammit!

We were in Portland, where it's even MORE so,

Portland, where they issue the flannel, Birks, golden retriever, and Subaru at the border?

Crazy people, I say. Dress up, dammit!

But...but...dressing up is work, and would take some combination of time, money, and/or the ability to sew, none of which I have to any great degree. Besides, I like the way jeans and t-shirts feel, like I'm way more myself than I am in the business casual crap I have to wear to work.

ETA as discussed a few months ago, I really am trying to build a better, more "me" wardrobe. But there's nothing that makes me feel better about my appearance than the right pair of jeans.

But...but...dressing up is work, and would take some combination of time, money, and/or the ability to sew, none of which I have to any great degree.

Well, true. The wardrobe is kind of my hobby. But when I'm Queen of Everything, there will be a dress code. Consider this your advance warning.

I'm trying to book corporate travel through the tools at work. Aggravating does not even BEGIN to describe it.

Heh. So funny. I have the opposite problem. Moving to LA has made me miss the easy NE hippie-wear I used to be so comfortable in. I do like to have clean hair with a nice cut, though.