I bought a leopard print skirt on a whim. It's very slutty. I need someplace to go where I can look slutty (besides work...).

Just for today, I can express my inner-slut.

I'm wearing my Bad Energy Dress today. I've worn it on at least one bad date and several bad evenings. It's really easy (i.e., good for days when I'm feeling a little pudge), comfortable, and (most importantly) cute, I just never have fun when I'm wearing it. I was hoping the spell wouldn't extend to the daytime, but it looks like it does. It seems to create a sort of dead energy around myself. Everything I have touched today seems to break or be broken.
I may just have to burn this dress (I'd give it away, but that'd be like transferring the spell to someone else...messed up).

That's the problem with consumer culture, it has yet to give credence to the energy of clothes, houses, cars, etc.

Just for today, I can blame clothes for my problems.

They go with my slutty dress. I'm a little worried that the Over Thirty-Five Fashion Police might come after me, but I'll deal with them (in their high collar Talbot's outfits) when I have to. I mean, really, if I can't wear fun clothes from here on out I may as well keel over. So, I'll just be judged a little. It hasn't hurt Madonna. I'll just hang out with the inappropriate crowd at cocktail parties. That's the nice thing about being weird, you can do whatever you want.

I heard someone say once, "Money comes and goes, but I"ll never be (insert age number) years again."

Just for today, I can wear gold tights with my slutty dress.

I went to an 80's party last night where a bunch of pushing 40-year-olds pulled out their pastel sports jackets, shiny spandex, and Cabbage Patch moves. I think an 80's Dance Moves Class might be order, especially if such functions continue to become a part of the cultural milieu. I ended up witnessing a lot of bastardized versions of the Roger Rabbit, Pop Lockin', and Electric Slide. Somehow, they didn't look quite right...But at least the 80's produced dance moves...I don't know if the same can be said for the 90's (though, correct me if I'm wrong).

My vintage Cindy Lauper skirt went off without a hitch, and I complemented it with orange and electric blue eye shadow, and a solid gold chain that my mom gave me in high school. Some people wore Wanna Be 80's outfits that are brand new, but there's just a certain plastic flavored cheese missing from newly store-bought 80's clothes.

Just for today, I can be authentic 80's.

It's happening. I'm becoming that lady. The one standing between a bunch of 20-year-olds, or rather tripping over them to get to the mini-skirt and halter, or any number of age-inappropriate items...the one who can't answer one simple question...where do women my age shop? Who are women my age? All the ladies I know in their 30's (technically, I'm still in my 30's), 40's or even 50's are aging Forever 21 style...I just can't get into the drape-y muted tones, scarves, and scary giant necklaces. But if I ever walk into Talbot's...please shoot ,me in the head.

Just for today, I can dress age inappropriate.

I had a dream that I told Gwyneth Paltrow how much money I spent on clothes last month.

"That's not that much money," she replied. "That's nothing."

I woke feeling much more comfortable with my sense of entitlement. Shoot, Gwyneth has a bowling alley of shoes. What's the big deal with spending half a car payment on denim?

Just for today, I can remember my dreams.