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happy solstice
Jun. 21st, 2002 05:20 pmI always forget that the path of Doing No Laundry ultimately leads to Having No Clothes. A crappy destination I am all too familiar with. Have nothing to wear! Nada! Nothing!
I lie. I have stuff to wear, just nothing I want to. Am annoyed. Also, am horrendously late, as per usual. Annoyed again. At self! The only person to be annoyed at is myself! And THAT is annoying.
I need a personal assistant or a dresser or someone. Does my shirt match my pants? No idea. What shoes should I wear? No concept! Also, cannot find hair dryer or my compact of powder to cover up the eighteen zits that have decided to simultaneously attack my face. My skin is unaware of the fact that I'm 22 and should no longer get zits. Get the message, pores! You're too old for this!
That's it. I'm wearing this. The last thing I put on, even if the shirt does have these two string thingies hanging down from the collar that I have no idea what to do with. Will probably be mocked all night because of my attire. I will be The Girl With The Freaky Stringed Shirt. Or something.
Off to watch my brother's baseball game. Go team!
I lie. I have stuff to wear, just nothing I want to. Am annoyed. Also, am horrendously late, as per usual. Annoyed again. At self! The only person to be annoyed at is myself! And THAT is annoying.
I need a personal assistant or a dresser or someone. Does my shirt match my pants? No idea. What shoes should I wear? No concept! Also, cannot find hair dryer or my compact of powder to cover up the eighteen zits that have decided to simultaneously attack my face. My skin is unaware of the fact that I'm 22 and should no longer get zits. Get the message, pores! You're too old for this!
That's it. I'm wearing this. The last thing I put on, even if the shirt does have these two string thingies hanging down from the collar that I have no idea what to do with. Will probably be mocked all night because of my attire. I will be The Girl With The Freaky Stringed Shirt. Or something.
Off to watch my brother's baseball game. Go team!
