I'm kind of freaking out.
It's possible I made my brunch orange juice into a Screw driver as I consider my options.
What would inspire such stress you wonder?
Oh, my closet.
Figuring out what to wear to a party called "Party Like a Rockstar". My boyfriend is going to be here in under an hour. I still haven't showered. Shaved my legs? Hah. Crap.
What in the world do I wear?
It's a duo birthday party for some friends of ours. I took one of our friends whose birthday it is to RENT as her birthday present a few weeks ago and she seemed to really like it.
Now being someone who not only loves RENT but knows members of the cast and has performed in workshops of the show you'd think I'd have some rockstar worthy apparel. Not so much. That's what costumers are for and I don't have one on salary. haha.
The sad part is there's probably total rock star'y clothes in my closet, I just don't know how to put them together, and if it was anyone elses closet I could totally help them but since they're my clothes it's like I go blind. Ugh!
I know I want to wear jeans. That's as far as I've gotten so far. Crap crap crap.
Oh, and I bought a shirt at Walmart yesterday ( don't hate. it was a dollar!!) and it has the union jack on it, so I think that might be a possibility except that it's a miley cyrus shirt so if anyone else went to walmart and saw said union jack shirt i'm screwed. lol. this sucks. haha
All right. Off to battle the terror of my closet after I slam the rest of this orange beverage.