belted

I made my hood exactly for situations like this – gross and rainy, no jacket, no umbrella. Was I smart enough to actually bring it with me today? Of course not – between my car and the front door of the space station, I got soaked and now my hair is fluffy. It looks about as awesome as you might expect (ie: not at all), which is getting in the way of my world domination. No one takes a leader with fluffy hair seriously.

I couldn’t decide which belt to wear this morning, so I wore three of them. I am not used to belts – they exist to hold up pants, and I do not wear pants. I added them to my dress to break up the never-ending sea of chambray, which worked quite well .. and if one belt was good, three belts could only be MORE GOOD. Look for me downtown this afternoon; I’ll be the one who looks more good (from the neck down).

In other news, why you have to go and make things so complicated? I see the way you’re acting like you’re somebody else; gets me frustrated.

Yeah, it’s THAT kind of Tuesday. Strap yourself in, kids.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s