The Fugly Duckling and Other Stories

It may be time to stop dressing so much like a hungover student. Particularly at work. I mean, I love my combats and my trainers and my big fleeces that you can hide your stonking headache and bleary eyes in, but when you don't actually HAVE a hangover and are just a lazy cow, it isn't quite as acceptable.

I've been eating less like an eating-disorder afflicted teenager (binge-starve-binge-starve) lately, and more like a grown up, so maybe it's time to start dressing the part. I mean, I used to love clothes. Well, I still DO love clothes, I just don't like how most of them look on me.

Hmmm.

Something to think about anyway.