[26-4-12] - Menacing in the sense that it haunts me. I recall a certain period, just some weeks ago, I subconsciously wore the colour mustard for an entire week. I didn't notice until I began reviewing the photos taken over that time and colour stood boldly and tauntingly in its consistency. Ah! I love the colour; don't get me wrong. I see it as a safe tone for folks, much like myself, who loathe and dread the colour yellow.
On a more menacing side of things, my friend who took these, failed to tell me my blazer was crookedly-placed on my shoulders. There's nothing I dislike more than a flaw in proportion; drives my slight OCD up the wall. It makes for a sour sight. It's just simply unpleasant. And, I don't like it. Ha! Peace.