Drinking wine shamelessly from the bottle, I'm going to a movie alone later. I have zero problem with this. However, I do not like being the only person in the theatre, which I happen to know I will be.
Bridget Jones II was on in the break room today, and in thinking of Bridg. and her inner monologue, I'm feeling slightly pitiful. However, 'True Life, I hate my large breasts,' is on and I am feeling greatful for my lovely, moderately sized knockers. Therapy, self-help, surgery...these poor women. I just have to deal with dry skin. Sheesh.
Going to the movie I shall be clad in my going out standard issue.
Oversized cardigan. Dark wash, tight on the thigh jeans. Docs or flats, I cannot yet decide. Lipstick.
I like myself naked. I'm going to a movie. My feet may hurt but I'm lucky.
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