Greasy food cheers me up. Which is probably bad.
I'm kind of ehhhhh about today's photo but it'll have to do for now. The image on the right of the image is a detail shot of the blazer (Origami Jacket ha am I Japanese or what) which I sort of love/hate right now. I love the way it feels (mmmm synthetic lining) and I love the way it looks and I LOVE LOVE LOVE that it's machine washable but it's weird because it's a bit looser around the torso than I'd like...yet kind of snug around the shoulders...which makes me wonder what kind of body type it was designed for. Hm.
I'm still cranky and kind of pissed about yesterday and I'm pissed that I'm pissed because that means I'm letting crazyface and her angsty daughter ruin my day. I told VV that I'm still mad about the whole incident and that I wanted a burger from In-n-Out (it's been a long time since I've had one...relatively speaking) so he said okay. So I think (hope!) we're going after work.
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