chaka chaka

transparent plastic flats, red tights, denim miniskirt, sesame street top, pacman ghost brooch

been getting more concious of how i look these days. with my neurosis, it’s fair to say i’m constantly thinking of where to get bargain buys, shoes, tights, tops, dresses, scarves, tees. it’s taken me this long, but there’s actually night-before planning of work outfits as compared to the years of picking clothing off the floor (after a cursory sniff) to wear like a bachelor boy.

my hair is the one severe obsession. it never behaves. it frizzes. it grows too slow. it grows too fast. it goes out of shape. it’s boring in black. it’s screaming for attention in red.

fuckit. i love it. i fucking love it, you hear!