This blog's become a bit of a mopey place as of late. I'm not one of those people that can separate my real life from my writing, so when real life gets messy so do my poems and, of course, this blog. BUT, I'm trying to stop with the mope and start with the, uh, hope? I wanted it to rhyme, but the first word I thought of was "grope," and that's just not appropriate. For example, today I took a drive up to my internship to see if I could get my keys and such, but no one was there (I think?) so I hovered around like a creep for a little bit. Then, as I left, I may or may not have backed into a planter that was connected to the building and sped away terrified. At first, I was all, "I AM A TERRIBLE INTERN AND A CREEP" but then I was all, "actually, that was kind of comical, and I'm okay with that." Now, I don't know if I should have shared that since my bosses may or may not read my blog (who am I kidding, they probably don't, but they DO have the url), but I thought it was funny (mostly).
This outfit is quite casual since I was just running errands (creeping out at my internship and buying presents at the mall), and though I'm more comfortable in a skirt, something about running errands makes me want to wear jeans and throw my hair up in a silly bun.