Today, while zooming on my lunchtime walk, I saw a reflection of myself and was saddened. It really is unfortunate that I have to dress myself. I seem to have been striving for super-dork today.
This was even before I put on my lunch-time-walking hat. Co-worker Dribbles makes remarks on my hat. Remarks like, "Oh, going fishing down by the dock today?" Mostly dock remarks. Apparently it looks like a dock hat. Pair that with a super-super-baggy t-shirt and some terribly awkward shorts with my little pedometer and...you get the idea.
And since I dress myself, my little iPod is neccesary so that I don't hear any well-meant comments from passers-by. It could be that no one says anything, but I'll keep walking to Devotchka anyway. When I hit it big, I'm hiring people to pick outfits for me. And when I have a few extra dollars I'm going to go buy clothes that fit and are, hopefully, more fashionable than my inner six-year-old.
An Erinku:
pink post-it
marking
a not mark
a not ryan
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