Dead woman walking, here. Reporting actually. Or calling? Oh well. I’m finally sick again, #hooray!
How would you like it if we sat down and counted all of the posts when I complain about being sick? That should be fun.
I’m so glad it’s almost mid October. Rumor has it it’s finally time for actual outerwear…
This also happens to be the ideal time to step out with a trench coat. That’s because trench coats are just like avocados; “not today, not today, not today, not today, TODAY, oops too late”. Meaning they’re usually too lightweight to be worn in winter but also a bit too heavy to be worn in early autumn or even late spring.
So, Barbie called and asked for her outfit. Ha ha. But really though, this time of the year is a carnival period for my country and I thought it would be fine if I stepped out like this. I must say I received many compliments or just plain comments on my tights, like when an older man said “all I know is that the stars have come out with the daylight” (omg really tho?!) or when two other guys told me I’m shining… Okay thank you but I’m not that good with receiving guys’ compliments. It’s taken me a very long time to get used to them and I sometimes can’t handle my feminist side and end up considering every guy that whistles at me a cat-calling misogynist (yo I know I’m really trying to change that ok). But apart from that, I do appreciate a nice or even better original compliment. Because that’s what we lack; originality.