ivyblossom | Oct. 8th, 2002

Well. Most of my clothes are still packed, sadly. But. So I pulled out my new favourite skirt (long, denim, my mother bought it for me) and my typical industrial support items to secure my ample veela bosom, and then put on a ribbed turtleneck. "Wow," thought I. "I've lost some weight. I look good." Danced around a little. Put on a sweater. Put on a blazer. Now I look like I swallowed a Mack truck. Danced around with much less enthusiasm.

So now I've changed out of the sweater and into a cute bosom-emphasizing blazer. Now I look cute again. I may get cold, but, such are the draw-backs of looking cute. Why do I want to look cute anyway? No one's going to see me. Ah well.