Ugh
Ugh, a despicably grey, rainy, and boring Saturday. The last known
absolutely free Saturday I'll see in months. I'm dressed appropriately,
of course, in an emsemble of navy blue Old Navy sweat pants, my burgundy and bright yellow Puma H-Towns that are definitely not rain-ready, an army green off-olive fashionable blazer, a peach deep v-neck house tee whose origins I'll never remember (perhaps early 90s Lerner & Co?) and my pink & purple Jackie O meets Lil' Kim head scarf. A look I affectionately call hobo chic
I won $20 on a bet with my mother that the actress in a movie we were
watching was clearly Michelle Pfeifer and not Cameron Diaz and I spent
$4 of my proceeds on chicken wings & french fries ghetto Chinese
restaurant style. After taking the many remarks of my co-workers about
my eat-something-every-forty-five-minutes diet to heart, I decided to
practice not eating as much. It's most likely not going to work as food
and I share a love affair so passionate and erotic it's best not to be
shared in an unprotected journal entry.
I had actually planned on rising early from slumber around 9:30-ish this
morning, eating a sensible breakfast, and then beautifying myself to go
catch an early movie and then to buy myself some fabulous underthings to
wear under my work apparel so I would feel less like a nun. Ah well.
There's always Monday which I thankfully have off.
absolutely free Saturday I'll see in months. I'm dressed appropriately,
of course, in an emsemble of navy blue Old Navy sweat pants, my burgundy and bright yellow Puma H-Towns that are definitely not rain-ready, an army green off-olive fashionable blazer, a peach deep v-neck house tee whose origins I'll never remember (perhaps early 90s Lerner & Co?) and my pink & purple Jackie O meets Lil' Kim head scarf. A look I affectionately call hobo chic
I won $20 on a bet with my mother that the actress in a movie we were
watching was clearly Michelle Pfeifer and not Cameron Diaz and I spent
$4 of my proceeds on chicken wings & french fries ghetto Chinese
restaurant style. After taking the many remarks of my co-workers about
my eat-something-every-forty-five-minutes diet to heart, I decided to
practice not eating as much. It's most likely not going to work as food
and I share a love affair so passionate and erotic it's best not to be
shared in an unprotected journal entry.
I had actually planned on rising early from slumber around 9:30-ish this
morning, eating a sensible breakfast, and then beautifying myself to go
catch an early movie and then to buy myself some fabulous underthings to
wear under my work apparel so I would feel less like a nun. Ah well.
There's always Monday which I thankfully have off.