Sometimes even I question the things I wear.
I was convinced that my life would not be complete without an orange tutu.
So I bought one from
Lady Petrova.
And wore it to the manliest function I could find; the engineering graduation dinner, which I attended despite the fact that I'm not actually graduating..I'm not sure how that works.
Don't really want to imagine what my head of faculty thought about the tutu, because by some stroke of badluck they ended up sitting on my table. In response I drowned the awkwardness with alcohol and tried to partake in some sort of debate about Australia's climate change mafia.
Weird things happened that night.
I ended up at the beach.
And in a cab with the ex-boyfriend of a high school acquaintance. I don't even.