Sunday, November 21, 2010

Dress up = cheer up?

How to kill time? I'm putting off lunch, and waiting to see the results of my first ever attempt at fake tan. I'm hungry now, but if I'm not hungry in 30 minutes I'll wait until 4ish for food. It's totally a sensible plan.

I've had an uneventful few nights. Not to say they weren't fun - they were. There was drinking and dress ups and diversions from depression.

Apparently I've redeveloped my obsession with burlesque.
Or with looking something like a gothic fembot...

Either way, I've been having a lovely time. I seem to have so much more fun dressing up and playing games at home than I do going out.

Admittedly I may have been drowning my sorrows a little too enthusiastically. I've been dwelling on something, that, for the last few weeks has left me smiling, inspired, hopeful and filled with excitement; but now brings me to the verge of tears and cringing regret if I let my mind rest there, even momentarily. I really just fuck everything up. It's what I'm best at.

Here's a happy note - my house is beautiful. Occasional, light based modern art.

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