i’m ‘a kill him. i want his head on a platter and i’ll eat that tonight; forget going out for dinner. totally insensitive, @$&*!# grr! i don’t shop much in general. i don’t shop for dress-up occasions. and it’s frickin freezing outside. my appropriate ensembles are meant for summer and spring, neither of which right now is even close to. i’m either missing the belt, or the earrings, and the top totally doesn’t go with the bottom of this one, and the other ones just aren’t right at all. i’m unhappy, my tummy hurts, i *STILL* don’t know what to wear, i don’t feel like going out, i feel cold already even though i’m not outside, my mother’s being super helpful but her stuff makes me feel totally not my age, i have emails and stuff i really need to respond to rather than figuring out what frickin thing i’m gonna wear to a frickin Y#@$()**U@((&*WE. i hate the world. everyone should die. this is ridiculous. humph. okay. back to the drawing board.
p.s. only out of love.