Last night I met the ladies for strawberry cider and pizza and realized, after an hour of bitching and chain smoking, I can not be fucked going to effing work tomorrow. But I went to sleep and woke up at 6:45, as I do every other day, and got dressed. Then came along a blessing in disguise. A horrific blood nose made me look like a gun shot patient but this was my way out of spending another day stuck in an office wanting to put my head through my computer screen. Of course, I had to get a medical certificate to say I was legitimatley 'unfit' to be at work today, but when I came home from the doctor it was only 9:30am so I made some eggs and got a blankie and sat on my couch. Next thing I know I had fallen asleep and it 12pm.

It is so warm an sunny outside, it is what should be a perfect spring day. Its the dead of winter. Today was made for me to be at home on my balcony updating my blog, getting my fresh air, eating a lemonade icy pole and wearing my hair in the perfect fishtail braid. Today is just good.

a few of my favorite fashion sketches

Fawkes (Dumbledore's phoenix) - Guy Fawkes was an English Catholic who, in 1605, tried to blow up the House of Parliament as an act of rebellion against the new Protestant government. In England, November 5th is now known as "Guy Fawkes Day" (or "Bonfire Night") where Guy Fawkes is burned in effigy. Every year he is resurrected to burn again. It can also be noted that he is known as one of the most infamous traitors in English history.

In a mood.

Not THE mood you sicko. This entry is not fashion related so click away now if you can't handle that. 

Work. For a good 2 months there I worked my little (now massive) ass off at 2 jobs, everyday I would have to say "no I'm sorry I can't work another 5 hours, thats illegal" Both companies wanted me, and now no one does. I know its only been a week of going to bed at whatever hour, waking up whenever I want and watching bad tv all day long, but seriously I'm not the type of person that can do this all the time. I NEED to work. I know that this, as my co workers like to say "hiatus", won't last, and you're damn right I'm feeling sorry for myself, but I don't care because I'm in a funk. 

More importantly, this little "holiday" I am on, means I don't get paid. From the moment I could, I got a job and paid for myself, my phone bill, clothes, shoe addiction and whatever the hell else I wanted to do but now... I cant. 

Trust me dear reader I'm thinking the same thing as you "SHUSH, YOU'RE NOT DYING NOR ARE YOU PROVIDING FOR YOUR HUNGRY 3 CHILDREN" Half of my conscience is judging me too and please don't hate me for this post but not being able to do, not being able to be productive, wasting my day and not being motivated enough to even work out is driving me freaking nuts! 

FIN.