I'm suffering from the same thing. I had to stop reading about an earlier than I wanted to because I count sit still and focus. Double espress + hot chocolate+Skittles+Smarties+Pineapple Orange juice=roughly 1 rock of crack.

My hobo gloves are black. Black is the predominant color in my wardrobe because it looks damn good.

I want a bloody red one for the next rave I go to.

Black is hot, you're right. I like turtlenecks in black. But not jeans. Black jeans are ew.

I had a piece of really disgustingly rich pie and the entire time I was playing Star Wars Battlefront (for about 7 hours this last time), my legs were shaking and I was constantly biting my lip.

All I do anymore is play Battlefront, now that my computer is borked. :(

I'm on the fence about black jeans as I don't own a pair right now. I'm thinking about investing in a pair when I can find some that fit properly. Black tight-fitting t-shirts, when done properly and on the right person, are unbeatable.

Currently I have both legs going and am giving this piece of Dentine the what-for.

I have a pair of black skinny jeans, and they're alright I guess. Black + black = too much black, for me.

I don't think even I would go black+black. Black+dark blue jeans are wonderful. That being said, black+light blue jeans are my usual combo.

Mine as well.
Well... kind of.
I think too much of any color is a sensory overload.

That is true. I won't go solid black tees, they have to have some kind of print to break up the lines.

Gah...I want to go home tomorrow, but I don't want to drive there. Damn this complete lack of teleportation.

Fuck transportation.
Wanna help me build a teleporting pod?

My wife has a pair of hobo gloves with penguins on them.

Fuck that, I've seen the Fly. I'll leave the building, initial test-portations up to someone who doesn't mind turning into a fly.

True dat.

I could fly, but that would be the biggest waste of $100 and 20 minutes ever.

Flying is for chumps.

For long distances journeys that I'll will not be driving or amongst good friends, I'd rather fly. I'd still probably have to change planes in Atlanta.
As the old joke goes, "You can get a plane to Hell and you'd still have to change planes in Atlanta."

Every flight I have ever taken has had a stop in Atlanta.
Okay, not EVERY flight, but most.

I think the only one I've ever been on that didn't deal with Atlanta was D.C. to Knoxville coming back from Europe. Going over we left from...you guessed it, Atlanta.

I fucking hate the Atlanta airport. There's nothing there of any interest whatsoever.

We were waiting there for about 4 or 5 hours for the flight out. Miserable. I ate stale pizza and listening to people drone on and on and on about being afraid of Europe.

Afraid of Europe? wtf?