Well, kids, the nerve endings just don't want to cooperate, and I've been stuck lying around again on pain meds. Sitting up for any length of time is uncomfortable, but I've been assured that this too, shall pass, as long as I TAKE IT EASY (*cough* tell the pope not to pray *cough*). I started wondering how in the FUCK I'd be able to sit up all day at work in a pair of jeans. Then I just decided that I wouldn't. I've got some cute dresses SOMEWHERE, right, so why not?
I am not a chick for dresses, unless it's for a wedding or a funeral. MAYBE for a serious date.
Seriously. I can be girly, but not "cheerleader" girly, know what I mean? (AH mah GAWD!!!)That's just not how I roll. I can sew and do latch-hook and shit like that, but don't sign me up for any quilting bees or shit like that, okay? Oh my GOD...it's the hormones, right?
So...I went through my closet, found some dresses, dusted 'em off, tried them on, and they all miraculously fit. Hell, most of them are even a little too big and out of style, but fuck it, I'm in this for comfort at the moment, not style, right?
In all honesty, why can't I just wear my PJ's to work for a week or so? Ya know, the plaid kind, with feet? Or just some matching "pants-suit" satin type with my sandals? Yeah...that would be girly...
Hey, if I accessorize, I could make 'em look professional, right?
P.S. R.I.P., ... Luciano. BELT it for the angels, bro.