mood:  anxious
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Haven't quite got the hang of the whole Earth thing, yet, and the 20th century seems to just complicate things. I've discovered these things called moving picture shows, and one of them seems to think that Angels should look rather like this.

It says it's Gabriel, but I've known Gabby for 6000 years and he'd NEVER go about in white chaps, and one would hope he'd keep his wings nicer than that.
Myself, I'm still rather attached to those rainbow coloured ones that were all the rage in Renaissance times. Not so good for smiting, mind, but if you're just faffing about they're quite nice.
Not down here, though. Ever since I got to Earth I've had to try ever so hard to fit in. Mortals all look so bizarre, you'd think they wouldn't take any notice of me, but hah! It's gotten to the point where I just miracle myself into whatever the nearest mortal male is wearing and hope for the best.
Black leather pants and a tee-shirt thing advertising something called a Van Halen, today. I must visit Raphael and see if that's appropriate.
The pants do rather chafe. |