Today's post has a theme...
Jun. 10th, 2012 07:53 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Assorted friends/acquaintances through life: Hey, Allie, how come you never go out in shorts? Doesn't it get hot wearing jeans all the time?
[Later, when I wear shorts to humor them even though I know what's coming…]
Same friends/acquaintances: Wow, your legs are really pale! *gawking, staring, generally freaking out like they don't know I'm basically a cave creature*
Me: Wow, you just answered your own question(s)

And then some time passes, people forget, and it starts over again. Repeat ad nauseum. Am I the only person who has to deal with this, or is it just a #gingerproblems sort of thing?
In other news, I checked after uploading my most recent batch of gifs and it turns out I now have 925 gifs/macros, so I'm probably going to do a gif swap post pretty soon. It lets me delude myself into thinking that I'm being productive when I have, in actuality, done next to nothing recently but fuck around in one form or another. I mean sure, RL periodically forces me into brief bouts of responsibility still (errands, packing/moving, etc.), but in terms of average productivity? I got nothin'. The worst part? The neurotic overachiever in me still feels horribly guilty about this for some reason.

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"If you don't ask, you don't get…"
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Cheers.
[Later, when I wear shorts to humor them even though I know what's coming…]
Same friends/acquaintances: Wow, your legs are really pale! *gawking, staring, generally freaking out like they don't know I'm basically a cave creature*
Me: Wow, you just answered your own question(s)

And then some time passes, people forget, and it starts over again. Repeat ad nauseum. Am I the only person who has to deal with this, or is it just a #gingerproblems sort of thing?
In other news, I checked after uploading my most recent batch of gifs and it turns out I now have 925 gifs/macros, so I'm probably going to do a gif swap post pretty soon. It lets me delude myself into thinking that I'm being productive when I have, in actuality, done next to nothing recently but fuck around in one form or another. I mean sure, RL periodically forces me into brief bouts of responsibility still (errands, packing/moving, etc.), but in terms of average productivity? I got nothin'. The worst part? The neurotic overachiever in me still feels horribly guilty about this for some reason.

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"If you don't ask, you don't get…"
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Cheers.