Ridin' Dirty
Okay, been MIA on the posting front for a long, long time.
This is not going to be earth shattering or even slightly interesting, I am pretty sure nobody reads this anyway but I thought I write a little dribble, since I am wretchedly bored.
I was going through my clothes today and I realised that I have quite a few items that I would have died if I didn't own them, and then NEVER wore. Some of this stuff I am talking about is over a year old. The problem is not that they're ugly, its simply that I have the 'oh its too cute for this simple occasion complex'. I buy something I think is bloody fantastic and so it requires an equally fantastic occasion to be worn. That no makey no sense, especially if you consider that when you're in the right mood, a white t-shirt with a scooped neck, gathered sleeves and a nipped waist sounds mighty fucking fantastic, when infact its a fricking T-SHIRT. I mean seriously. T-shirt. Needless to say now I have decided to wear all my 'new' clothes before the newest ones that I purchased, which will inturn create a warped cycle of doom. I need to get some sense.
On another note, its hot as hell. Today was quite boring on the activities front and so I deemed it a day of rest and stayed in with some books. Trying to finish Anna Karenina, not happening. Anyways, outfit for the day inside my four walls, bikini. Its too hot for so much as a tank top and shorts.
Oh and 'motherfuckers wanna drop the Pressure'.
Pish posh, now my post of nothingness comes to an end. See me cry.
This is not going to be earth shattering or even slightly interesting, I am pretty sure nobody reads this anyway but I thought I write a little dribble, since I am wretchedly bored.
I was going through my clothes today and I realised that I have quite a few items that I would have died if I didn't own them, and then NEVER wore. Some of this stuff I am talking about is over a year old. The problem is not that they're ugly, its simply that I have the 'oh its too cute for this simple occasion complex'. I buy something I think is bloody fantastic and so it requires an equally fantastic occasion to be worn. That no makey no sense, especially if you consider that when you're in the right mood, a white t-shirt with a scooped neck, gathered sleeves and a nipped waist sounds mighty fucking fantastic, when infact its a fricking T-SHIRT. I mean seriously. T-shirt. Needless to say now I have decided to wear all my 'new' clothes before the newest ones that I purchased, which will inturn create a warped cycle of doom. I need to get some sense.
On another note, its hot as hell. Today was quite boring on the activities front and so I deemed it a day of rest and stayed in with some books. Trying to finish Anna Karenina, not happening. Anyways, outfit for the day inside my four walls, bikini. Its too hot for so much as a tank top and shorts.
Oh and 'motherfuckers wanna drop the Pressure'.
Pish posh, now my post of nothingness comes to an end. See me cry.