like a resolution
I'm gonna see if I can't learn to dress like an adult woman. Lately, whenever I try to dress like an adult, I get called sir. Which is fine. Whatever. Well, no. It's kind of annoying because the people are either 1) super apologetic like they just accidentally delivered the gravest of insults or 2) giggly and obnoxious because they just intentionally delivered the gravest of insults. I don't care if I look like a dude, or androgynous, or whatever. I'm an androgynous kinda person. But I don't like the attitudes that come with being mis-perceived. Duh.
Anyway. My closet is full (and I use the word "full" lightly) of hand-me-down polos and children's t-shirts and skinny jeans. I will so slowly work on fixing that situation.
I will acquire blouses.
Man, that was boring.
Anyway. My closet is full (and I use the word "full" lightly) of hand-me-down polos and children's t-shirts and skinny jeans. I will so slowly work on fixing that situation.
I will acquire blouses.
Man, that was boring.