I’m rather proud of the fact that I managed to write a mostly coherent post yesterday while being slightly inebriated after a night out. I think the only part that didn’t make sense the morning after was the carpet-as-clutch line. I’d also planned to link to the BritUgly post but I simply didn’t have the mental capacity at that time — now I’m just too tired.
This is what I wore out clubbing instead of the poofy skirt. I was in the mood for something not as girly (read: sexier, mwrar, although I highly doubt this elevates me to anywhere near sexpot status) and decided to wear the top I’d purchased that day. It kept riding up my shoulders though in a not so flattering way. I’m going to have to cut some of the little elastic thread things to make it looser.
I tried to compensate for a really dull background with almost no background at all, and I rather like the effect. The remaining colors suit each other well.
While I wish I had Photoshop so I could do all sorts of weird things to myself, I only have Picasa and all it will do is fiddle around with lighting a bit. The second photo is what happens if I move the “highlight” button all the way to the extreme end, and I quite like it.
I apologize for looking absolutely miserable. This is my default facial expression, and it’s really unfortunate. People always ask me what’s wrong, when in fact I’m just thinking of what to eat for dinner.