I admit it – I’m cheating today. I AM wearing a dress – slutty dress #1 – but the pants I wore for scooter-riding purposes underneath haven’t come off yet. I’m rocking the dress-over-pants look from 1998, and I am okay with that. I woke up with a terrible headache that threatened to blossom into a migraine (still is, although I don’t want to throw up anymore), and I’m hanging onto that as a valid reason for not wanting to take off my pants today. The pants stay – I have a headache!

I wonder if my coworkers are sick of my boobs yet. I’ve had shocking amounts of cleavage for the last three days, and I’m probably kidding myself if I think my pathetic attempts at modesty (a knotted scarf; an undone jacket) are covering my shame in any way. I can’t help it, okay – clothing is not kind to people of my shape. I’m aware that I usually look ridiculous, but what’s the alternative? Turtlenecks and paper bags? Do not want.

I really wish this headache would go away. I Have Plans for the evening, and don’t have time to hide in a dark room until the throbbing stops.

This is a late, uninteresting Wednesday post. Read the last post instead – it’s much more entertaining than this one, I swear.