I wish the sun would come out. Then I would have reason to open my blinds and let in the light, but it's just kinda smoggy right now. And when I open the blinds, anyone walking up the stairs can look in and see my unmade bed and pile of clothes. I love my pile of clothes. Last week, I didn't feel like putting on conventional pyjamas (I don't know why) and so I just kept putting on clothes I found on the floor and hopped into bed. One night, I went to bed in a silk shirt and sweatpants. What a fashion guru I am!!!
Thank-fucking-God that stupid song is over. I hate Christina Agulera so much. One minute she's like "We're beautiful, no matter what they say," and the next she's saying "Get dirty! Writhe in a pit of men in a thong and cowboy chaps singing about how you are a slave to the men around you." Yep. That's beautiful.