Born to eat meringue says tanks instead of thanks!
i've been going through my coats to decide which to take and which to leave behind (I already had big brothers big sisters come and pick up five garbage bags full of fabulous finds--it's too bad I couldn't have attached my name and contact details to the bags because I know they, having never before received anything so stupendous, will likely be dying to thank me. yes, I am a saint among women). im not ready to part with all of my stuff just yet so have decided to have some boxes sent to my accommodations in Vancouver (hopefully they wont be really annoyed--ill be sending a bunch of books too). once im there ill sort through what I want and don't want and I think once removed from this situation ill hopefully find myself less attached and giving things up will be easier. anyway, I found this coat my dad had given me a few Christmases ago. I remember hating it on sight (it's suede and some kind of fur, but that's not why I hated it), and being really annoyed and making the most miniscule effort to pretend to like it and then throwing it in my closet and refusing to look at it ever again. so, the other day, as I joke, I thought "well hell ill try it on, see how preposterous it looks", and what do you know? I love it!! it's a brilliant coat! reminds me sort of of something bourgeois dames wear on the slopes in French movies from the fifties. what the f*** was my problem? now I feel all bad. im no longer in contact with my dad though so I cant tell him I was wrong and that I love it. oh well. I think ill wear it this winter. not to the Morrissey concert though, for obvious reasons. it is a little big though. my dad, clearly thinking im much fatter than I am, has this thing with buying me things five sizes too big (which is also part of my annoyance and dread at the idea of him buying me clothes). oh well.