Friday, September 08, 2006

Reason I don't want to go out today

I can't find anything to wear.

Well, that's not entirely true. I have a ton of clothes. In fact, they are still packed from the long weekend and sitting in a bag at the end of my bed. My favourite jeans are dirty though and that causes me pause.

I am seriously sitting here and dreading walking out the door because I don't have the right outfit. OMG. What is wrong with me?

I'm contemplating wearing something so completely unpractical to work that I will get laughed at by the hobos that drink on the corner. I mean, not like a tutu and rainboots. That would be silly. But I mean, it's 30 degrees out and I'm contemplating a full length skirt, a sweater and flip flops. The last time I wore something like this I had to climb into a condemned building that had been on fire. It's probably not a good idea.

But I'm hormonal. Screw practicality. Friday night on a cheque night be damned. I'm dressing pretty.


  1. I'm sorry you have no clothes. I had a busy week. Did you make a big pile of them all before you went to work? I promise I'll do jeans first.

    Don't you love how I leave you laundry messages on your blog? Whatever.

  2. It wasn't a hint! I do know how to run the laundry machine. I just don't like to. My laundry basket is in my closet. As neat as I get. Ignore the rest of the stuff on the floor. It's clean.

  3. Hormonal trumps all. Wear whatever the bloody heck you want.



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