So I got dressed this morning. After much consideration. And changing of bras. And reconsideration. But I am finally dressed. And I don't doubt no one will look at me and say "wow, I can see why it took you so long to get dressed" because it was really important I NOT look like I tried too hard.
And then I went and put on makeup. Which I always do. But it seems more obvious to me than ever. Which isn't really true. But that doesn't matter.
Why all the trouble? For someone I might not even SEE today. Yeah, that's right. I"m thinking about Nils. Fuck.
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