I look like a nerd when I go out for runs. I need to invest in some serious, chic-running-lady-duds. Not that I am a chic-running-lady by any means, but I can pretend maybe.
(via rumancoca)
what do you wear to an interview for a job at “Mad Science”?
if anyone wants to send me presents???????
I am less literally a sewing machine today. I fixed the lining of my coat and its right pocket AND altered a back pack and fixed some boots. Now my eyes ache and my back hurts and my fingers are bleeding, but it’s fine because I can put all the blood in my right pocket now.
Also, also, I may or may not be wearing my cat shorts under my tunic today…
nothing better than dressing like a bag-lady stuck in ‘95 to boost your self-confidence. Why do I do these lazy things?
My hair is starting to freak out and it’s not even long yet. There’s so fucking much of it. And my bangs won’t go to the front WHAT IS THAT ABOUT.
Also, from having gained SIX POUNDS IN THREE WEEKS THAT I STILL HAVE YET TO LOSE, my tits have gotten all fat, too and now I have to wear a bra or it hurts.
Little white girl problems. Everyone’s got them. At least my shirt’s velvet and I look all cool and christmas vampy.
Does anyone else ever feel like a cartoon character? I look the same every day. Hair, glasses, make-up (usually), my uniform/monochromatic wardrobe.
I want to get contacts once I can afford to and tonight I am n o t wearing a pull-over sweater or a button-up.
Don’t try and stop me, I’m feeling w i l d.
