Loincloth is a word that comes to mind

Here's another post of the sort that I hope to make a trend of. Those posts with no criteria for anything except sentences. And maybe phrases. Like this.
Most everyone in the house is sick (again), except for me, which is definitely odd. What I DO have, on the other hand, is an ouchy foot and a weird nerve problem in my neck, which is slowly getting better, but still renders it difficult for me to turn my head to the side.
I like the kind of pain that is pushing it just to the limit. Like playing with bruises. And stretching sore muscles. And turning my head to the side when my nerves are getting a little nervous and telling me that I'd better stop soon.
Today I am wearing a weird fangly white shirt (that shows too much cleavage for the OC boys to handle) and a big colorful skirt. My hair has remained in an oLIMPus state since morning, and it hangs sorta-straight-but-wishing-it-was-wavy until past my shoulders. (I could say "to my breasts", but I can't say "breasts" on my blog. Too naughty.) I told someone I was going hippie, and he said it was an insult to hippies.
Well it was MY personal sort of hippie, anyway. I lease my inner hippie on a lonnnng tether.
Also my inner pervert.
This post will self-destruct in five.