i am feeling red this evening.
red car, red wool shirt (i know its summer, and wool should be worn in winter, but i look hot in it, ok?), red tootsie pop, red toenails, red lips.
and i used to think red didnt work with my complexion, hair, and skin tone. green was my color. blue too. and maybe purple, if i was careful.
but beth is emphatic that i have a red personality. someone whom you cant help but notice - and not because my boobs hang out of my shirt (that is reserved for only one viewer, thankyouverymuch).
she claims that my personality is so bold that i dont care what people think - i am going to be whom and what i want to be and screw everyone who thinks otherwise.
and i guess that embodies the color red.
im not sure i completely understand it, but im willing to believe it.
unless, of course, having a red personality would interfere with the nap i so desperately want.
sometimes i get into a “yellow” mood and i’ll wear a matching yellow cap and polo shirt, but you get the award… the only other person i know who coordinates that much is my friend lance who will wear an orange shirt, orange socks, and orange underwear. weird.
i cannot recall that ever happening before. and im pretty sure i wasnt wearing red underwear - but i should try that next time. definitely.