Oh The Douchebaggery

Yeah, I have now decided to be French.

Something about short grey days and chilly nights makes me go all Anais Nin.

Shit, it's cold.

I have been drudging through my wardrobe, dressing and undressing, all just for a short jaunt to the Cumby's.

How the hell did this happen?

It seemed like yesterday I was walking around in cutoffs and a tank top.
I am now wearing my fuzzy pants.
They are not cute at all.

How the hell am I supposed to get laid if I am dressed like a frickin' Inuit?

Ahh, man.
I need cute winter-wear.

Does that exist?