I really hope it's the inside that counts.
I might just have to flee the country or something after the wordrobe malfunction I just rocked in public... at 9:30 on a saturday. It is a look I like to call the "hobo/trailer trash/escaped convict very lonely woman looking for spouse". A look I in St andrews called the "hey! look at me I'm on a dry spell" look. Both are very similar. the St andrews one does however include tucked in socks and a red fleece.
This morning I did however for the first time realize just how bad this "apperance" actually is. I was given some very dirty looks from a lot of people (not dirty as in "come home with me you foxy lady" but more as in "run! hide all the gold! and children!")
I took a good look at myself:
I was having a horrendous bad hair day. very much bed hair, and I'm fairly sure that I at one or two points had insects trapped in it. I was wearing my far to big shorts without the belt... thus displaying the grandma pants. I was also wearing one of those unfunny t-shirts with a funny text on, and no bra underneath. (wow... I wish it would stop there...). Also wellies and a winter jacket.... keeping in mind people that it is over 20 degrees out. and dry.
No. I have clearly either: a) given up on life b) decided I don't really live her thus do not care c) subconsiously decided I don't want a swedish boyfriend and is therefore trying to repell everything in my presence d)all of the above.
oh yea... I was also at the time holding a bad of poo (I was out walking the dog if I failed to mention that). mm hm, I'm just that kind of sexy lady.
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Postat av: engström
hahaha, this text definitely made my morning! now i can happily go to work.
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