5:28 p.m. - Thursday, Jun. 17, 2004
Creep
I'm bored. Bored and hot. I'm hotter than fuck all the time, and I work tons, and I sweat a bunch, and I look like shit, and I'm bloated and feel like shit too. I'm having no fun this week.
But I got some vintage clothes on tuesday that make me weep. yeah, that was cool. Good GOOD vintage shirt. Fits all tightish and shit, great print, super light cotton. Such a good skirt too, all nylon and hand died with two tiered ruffles at the bottom. And I found some black high tops - not second hand - that didn't cost $60. Converse can seriously kiss my ass, I hate when shit I've been wearing since I was 14 gets all *hot* and shit, and then costs 3 times more. So insulting. So yeah, got some high tops and some lowtops too - that's cool.
Too bad I never go anywhere anymore so having new stuff is pointless. I only ever go to work, where I sweat and then coat myself in flour from head to toe, and everything I'm wearing too. Oh, its also too bad that I'm disgusting and my skin is all dry, then greasy and zitty, then super dry again. This also makes having new clothes stupid, because its not fun to wear rad clothes when I look like horse shit.
Fuck summer.
