When you're lost I know how to change your mood

Jeans or skirt, jeans or skirt. Jeans mean I can sit any old way I like but I tend to be more judgmental in denim. I'm critical and I'm cynical and while that was appropriate for earlier I'm about to spend an evening with girls, one of which does not take my advice without bursting into tears. Okay so my advice might be "for fucksake get over yourself and grow up" but it was meant kindly. Kinda. Skirt means I'll probably be giggly (also alcohol) and girly which is good when one is socialising with such company. I could wear my knee high socks, she likes them and it means I can justify buying them. Or I could throw on a dress. Sometimes I wish I could just turn up in the clothes I sleep in. So much more comfy and dammit if I don't just love wearing those shorts.

I feel awful but I should wait until I'm just about to leave before I drug myself up again. Surprisingly my body decided to be nice and let me breathe today. Even more surprising was my hair tamed itself into a passable mess. Hurrah.

I decided to kill time by typing up what little I've written of the novel that threatened to be. I'm completely stumped as to where to go from here since my character would be so obtuse and refuse to wake up. I've written more but I haven't found a way to link everything together. With any luck it'll sort itself out. If not it just wasn't meant to be.

Fuck it, I'm gonna throw a dress on. I'm gonna fake it so hard until I'm a drunk and happy girl. I am a master of disguise, the mistress of deception and tonight I shall be captivating and well-adjusted and have a merry time at an old friend's house. I just pray she's in a good mood and nothing awfully dramatic has happened recently so we can just be silly.

Question is what dress?

Ah see now I've made a decision I kinda want to wear a skirt and my pretty blue top with the goddess sleeves. Thankfully, I only ever have this indecision in my head. As soon as I can be bothered going upstairs to my wardrobe I'll be dressed in 5 minutes. So really the question is do I take my bottle of rum or vodka along? The rum will clear my nose, the vodka won't give me a hangover tomorrow. The rum is the smarter choice. The vodka is 20 years old and although it's unopened I don't want to potentially kill anybody. Not tonight anyway. I whine about them tons but I do love my girls, silly though they be.

Why is Justin Timberlake on my TV? He is being incredibly boring. He's just sitting there going "Ummmmmmm"

Yeah, great TV there, mate.

Now it's Maroon 5. I secretly like their first album. Don't tell anybody though it shatters my indie cred. Also the singer gives the impression of being an ass. I don't know why but I violently hate his face. However, I will admit I do enjoy dancing along to Sunday Morning in my underwear when nobody is in my house. That song never fails to make me smile.

Ok, here I go. Time to get dressed, wish me luck.