| Sartorial Dilemma |
[26 Mar 2004|12:40pm] |
I'm determined to buy that bikini I've had my eye on forever. This weekend. It costs a fortune but it's pink and sparkly and it makes me feel like disco diva Kylie so screw practicality. And Mark (![[info]](http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) mousehole) is financing this indulgence in frivolity against his better judgement. I love my boyfriend.
What to wear to Cams' debut. Bad twin has infinitely more fans that good twin does, but her clothes are so HOT (and I don't mean just mean hot in a sort of skanky leather and lace way). It's sweltering out there. I have nothing to wear. I was going to wear my black boots, a black miniskirt and a black top, but none of my black tops go with any of my black skirts. I've tried all the possible permutations. This is ridiculous. I'm going to the mall.
Talk about priorities. I'm abandoning my thesis to go shopping. I said I'd finish it by today, but I'm extending my personal deadline to Saturday. I was all ready to run the home stretch last night but I fell asleep. At 5:00 pm. And I woke up at 5:00 am this morning. 12 whole hours! It's a Pol Eco mortal sin to get anything more than a third of that.
Okay. I'm off. Manol's about to leave me. He has nothing to wear either.
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