Showing posts with label loungewear. Show all posts
Showing posts with label loungewear. Show all posts

Friday, January 15, 2010

I wonder if...

I wonder if improving my at home lounge wear will inspire me to answer the door. Probably not.
Not answering the door doesn't have so much to do with me being embarrassed by what I'm wearing (although I'll admit I should be) as much as it has to do with not wanting to have to tell someone no and have them not listen to me.

I hate hate hate it when someone is trying to sell me something or trying to con me out of money and won't take "no, thank you" for an answer. People simply will not listen to me. I've had this problem all my life. I think it's because I'm short and I look nice and therefore gullible. They think I'm an easy "get" and can't believe their ears when I say "no." I've tried toughening up my look a little. I changed my hair color and got some tough looking bangs but it isn't quite doing the trick.

The way I see it I have two choices:

1) act like a crazy bitch who seems to have little regard for her own safety much less theirs or
b) casually wear a gun holster and a gun when I answer the door

I think a gun holster with a gun would make a great accessory to my upgraded lounge wear. Newshead says I'm not allowed to have a gun.

So for now, when someone knocks, I drop to the floor and crawl slowly around my apartment until they go away.

Thursday, January 14, 2010

I'm taking a wide stance here

I really need to rethink my "at home" wear. I will admit the things I wear around my house are alarming (and I mean in an ugly, unflattering way). It is like I can't wear any of my "nice" stuff if I am just going to be by myself (or just with Newshead). I don't even wear my B team clothes. Nope I wear things that are just about to get thrown out. Am I not worthy of some cute lounge wear? I'm pretty sure I would be much more productive if I was wearing something a little more motivational.

You only have to watch the Sex in the City movie to know that even a sad Carrie Bradshaw wears the cutest "I'm depressed and not getting out of bed" clothes and as a result she DOES get out of bed. Point taken.

A little more "practice what you preach and take some of your own advice" please.

What is wrong with me?

I feel like one of those religious zealots who condemn gay people and then get caught trying to wrangle up some same sex sex in an airport bathroom. The sheer hypocrisy of it.

So tomorrow I am going to sit around my house in a brand new $3 tank top.

Boy, are the pugs going to be surprised.