bitchy I woke up this morning to the realization that I am indeed a high-maintenance girly frickin' girl. Even typing this sentence makes me grimmace, but I've got this sneaking suspicion that once I purge this pukey mood into my blog for all of you lovely readers to subject youreslves to, I'll be able to go back to being myself.
I rolled out of bed and onto the scale. Two pounds of weight gain (keeping in mind that even a five pound fluctuation is normal). I showered. My bleached out hair felt crappy and wouldn't behave itself. I tried to get dressed and hated my entire wardrobe (which at this point is so plentiful it has exploded out into my entire living space). Somehow I convinced myself that those two pounds meant that none of my clothes fit. Silly girl thought. I eventually settled on my over sized, bagged out environmental center long-sleeve tee from College, and entertained the thought that my inner hippie was simply trying to overcome my city slicker side.
Throughout my day I have changed my hair from two braids, to one bun, to two little buns down at the nape of my neck, to one high bun, back to two braids, back to two buns, with a headband, with no headband.....repeat....repeat... at least a gagillion times.
I just got off the phone with my friend. I'm invited to a party. Party clothes? Party hair. AW, FUCKING HELL!!!
silly girls and their silly appearance... I'm one of 'em!!!!...................shit.
Did I mention that today is day two of my "lady days"?
Hm, well I was right. I do feel better.
I rolled out of bed and onto the scale. Two pounds of weight gain (keeping in mind that even a five pound fluctuation is normal). I showered. My bleached out hair felt crappy and wouldn't behave itself. I tried to get dressed and hated my entire wardrobe (which at this point is so plentiful it has exploded out into my entire living space). Somehow I convinced myself that those two pounds meant that none of my clothes fit. Silly girl thought. I eventually settled on my over sized, bagged out environmental center long-sleeve tee from College, and entertained the thought that my inner hippie was simply trying to overcome my city slicker side.
Throughout my day I have changed my hair from two braids, to one bun, to two little buns down at the nape of my neck, to one high bun, back to two braids, back to two buns, with a headband, with no headband.....repeat....repeat... at least a gagillion times.
I just got off the phone with my friend. I'm invited to a party. Party clothes? Party hair. AW, FUCKING HELL!!!
silly girls and their silly appearance... I'm one of 'em!!!!...................shit.
Did I mention that today is day two of my "lady days"?
Hm, well I was right. I do feel better.
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