FLOWERY FARTY MADE
FOR SIZE 0 SKINNY ARSE CHICK DRESSES!
Tues June 13, 2000 - 5:20pm
I am totally fed up, I hate shopping especially
when everything I try on looks ridiculous. I swear all I wanted was
to get one of those pretty flowery dresses or skirts to wear for my birthday
dinner on Friday night. So I went over to Mott Street, which by the
way is really fucking expensive for little farty boutiques. I mean
some of these dresses I could of stitched together myself, and there charging
like $350 for them....please, what a joke!
I did find one shop that had a fab dress
on a dummy which was a halter neck and attached to it had a neckerchief,
or whatever you want to call that new piece of material that ties round
the neck fad.... So I'm feeling quite please because due to my enormously
broad shoulders I tend to look alright in halter necks. Well I shouldn't
of got my hopes up should I, because the friggin thing wouldn't even go
over my tits, never mind around my rib cage. God how embarrassing,
then again the girl acted so indifferent towards me that I honestly believe
if I have self-combusted right in front of her...she wouldn't of noticed,
serious bubblehead here.
So after visiting over 8 shops, including
phoning my girlfriend Josie and crying down the phone to her I decided
to try and make my way to Dolce and Gabbana, not that I'm going to look
particularly good in their stuff either, but it was worth a try.
Alas I didn't make it, instead I bumped into Chad, you remember I spoke
of him after the party last Saturday. Well he's a photographer and
one of his clients is (I think it's free) Soho Magazine, which to be honest
I've never heard of. Apparently you can get it a most newstands,
so long as there in Soho... So the next thing he asks me if he can
take my picture. Well you can imagine my response, particularly as
I'm feeling similar to that of a big fat cow. 
So I think to myself hell who cares, I have absolutely no make-up on, except
for some lip balm, my boyish capri jeans, with black top, black boots and
my three quarter length tan leather coat. Not a disgusting outfit
but certainly not one to warrant a picture. So I stood in front of
this wall that he picked and he clicked away. Let me tell you people,
I do not take a good picture, the only time I look slightly good is when
it's completely natural and someone gets me when I'm not looking.
But if I KNOW the picture is being taken then for some reason I pull the
most bizarre and stupid expressions, seriously when the pictures come out,
I look like I've had stroke, my mouth is all weird and distorted....I know,
crazy!! It comes out in a month, believe me I will probably purchase
every copy there is and send them all over the world to everyone I know....just
because!!
I may go UPTOWN (dread) tomorrow and look
for more outfits. I guarantee though that I'll end up wearing one
of my black little numbers and buy a new purse or shoes to go with.....
We were hoping to go Catamaraning this
weekend for my birthday but that's turned out to be WAY to expensive, so
we're not sure now, maybe Bowling or failing that, we'll probably just
got out and get completely leathered.....
P.S. HEY GIRLS, ANY IDEAS
FOR WHAT I SHOULD WEAR, FOR GOD'S SAKE LET ME KNOW