"I thought sod it, nobody really cares what you look like, so the next day I wore a skirt, and I got whistled at by a builder! How good is that! Only it wasn't so much a wolf-whistle... more like a whistle like you would for a little dog."
Aah, Sarah Millican. How perfectly you encapture my own worries.
So, this is how it goes:
I know I'm not ugly, but I don't think I'm pretty.
I know I'm not fat, but I think I should be slimmer.
I know nobody would care if I wore a skirt, but I don't think it would do me any favours.
So, on Saturday, assuming I'm not dead, I'm thinking about wearing a skirt to My Passion. I kind of wish I was taller and curvier and older and made people say WOW when I walked in the room. It doesn't help that my friends are all taller than me and totally amazing looking. I wish I made the impact on guys where the idea of me wearing a skirt would make them sort of shocked.
Screw it, I'm wearing a skirt and leggings. And if anyone insults my legs I will get my friends to deck them.
So this is V...
- The Letter V
- Some people use two names. Some people use mononyms. Some people use just one syllable as their name. I use one letter. Hello, and welcome to my world. This blog is an insite into what goes on directly inside my brain. I rant, rave, rage and roar on here, and this is where most of my more personal thoughts are written. I'll share my emo moments (you might want to skip those), my life-is-perfect moments (which are arguably worse), and everything inbetween... To be honest, it's probably not a good idea to read any of this blog. I live for music, my friends, hugs, chocolate and my kitty hat, though maybe not in that order. And I'll be doing a hell of a lot of writing when I'm older, so I'd better start now... So, what are you waiting for? Dive into my crazy, twisted world and join me as I swim through this poorly thought out extended metaphor.
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