Probably because a comment like “You have great calves” will be followed by “so you can probably squat press a lot.”
And not “They would look great wrapped around my head.”
(That doesn’t mean I don’t APPRECIATE those types of comments though… I’m just sayin’!)
So I put up a picture of the Backstreet Boys on the other side of my monitor.
Everyone thinks I’m kidding but I am super excited to go to this concert. It’s GOING to happen. Puffy paint shirt and all!
In the world of physics, there has to be some kind of “expansion rate of wet curly hair to dry curly hair” coefficient that exists.
And it isn’t even humid outside today.
The beauty of wearing my pearls is that they are kind of like a security blanket on days when I don’t feel classy… At least I can still look classy.
And by “classy” I mean wearing anything but my lazy day clothes.
I have it on full blast at night but then when I wake up in the morning I turn it on to power save mode since I’ll be gone for the day.
I was lazier than usual today and got back in bed after turning the A/C down and I noticed that every once in awhile it sounded like there was rain hitting my windows.
So I chose my outfit accordingly and was even ready with my umbrella and trench coat when I finally opened my blinds as I was going to leave… and it’s sunny and beautiful.
Cue quick outfit change because I will not start to ‘glisten’ walking to the subway again today.
And by work function I mean dinner and drinks… For free.
A girl’s gotta eat!
I don’t know why it happens and I can never predict when it will happen but sometimes I get this feeling that being around people makes me want to jump out of my skin. It’s not hormones either because I can never count on it happening at a certain time. It’s like this feeling I get in the pit of my stomach and it creeps up into my heart and then it wants to explode out my eyes in the form of tears. Everything makes me want to cry when I feel this way. And I mean, everything. I want to crawl into a ball under my covers and not come out until the feeling passes. It always drives me crazy because even the littlest things will overwhelm me emotionally and then I just feel like I’ve lost my mind. It’s a vicious cycle.
Anyway, it started yesterday. I know that it’s in my mind and it shouldn’t be there but it doesn’t make it any easier to deal with right now. I don’t want to cry after reading every email this morning. I don’t want to ignore my mom’s texts because I just can’t deal with what she has to say. I don’t want to shy away from talking to anyone. I don’t want to feel the need to crawl under my desk to get away.
So I have to fight my urges to hide and not come out.
It really fucking sucks.
If only I had somewhere to wear them… That wasn’t a street corner or disco club.
And yet sometimes I wonder why I always have to pee?
It’s a little silly how much different I feel just by actually taking like 20 min out of my day to make myself look presentable…
Here I come, Monday!
