I have a habit -- a nice habit -- of wearing my darkest and moodiest clothes at the beginning of the week and moving on subconsciously to the lighter, weirder outfits. I also have a habit of carrying around violent looking stuffed animals in my big black bag that could hold several prepubescent asian gymnasts.
I listened to The Cure and watched old yakuza movies last night. This might explain a lot of my outfit.
