Why do I have two closets completely packed with clothes and can't find a g-d damn thing to wear tomorrow night?
I thought I would be so smart planning ahead so I won't be rushed after work getting ready for my sushi date. My bedroom looks like the walk in regurgitated jeans, skirts, blouses and shoes and I still keep flinging things off in exasperation.
It is probably a mood thing. I have a headache, my daughter is Miss Chatty Cathy tonight and I have yet to clean up the dinner dishes. It is hard to feel beautiful on the outside when you have ugliness battling to escape on the inside.
Anyone else ever feel this way?
I think my jeans will look much better if I have few beers. If not, I probably won't give a shit either way.
Words Gone Kaputt
2 days ago