Not falling asleep ’til 6am + getting up at 930am + hyperacidity + thinking about exit signs + tired skin + feeling fat (I ate unhealthily over the weekend, ugh) = sad Helga. I’m having a bad day and whenever I feel this way, I tell myself “Hey, it’s only 24 hours” and don’t think so much about it. It works, sometimes.
Anyway, I got my floral lace tights in the mail last Friday but I’m still looking for the right frame of mind to wear them. I know that that doesn’t sound silly at all and that there are people out there who know what I mean. They’re a little hoochie mama-ish which makes me adore them all the more.
That is all.