Self Portrait

My hair is in a low pony tail. I did wash it this morning.
My eyes have a dark ring of eyeliner and mascara–but it’s covered by my purple and turquoise rimmed glasses.
My lips are chapped and ready for more chapstick.
I have 6 zits spread sporadically across my face.
I’m wearing little diamond studs. The same ones I’ve worn for the past 3 weeks.
I’m sitting in a long wool swing coat with big buttons. Only the top button is done up.
I have a nice pink and black shirt on–but you’ll never see it because wearing the coat gives me access to warmth and large pockets–both of which I appreciate right now.
I’m wearing a long black skirt that comes just above my ankles.
I had planned to wear my black leather boots, so I put on two mismatched black trouser socks–one long and one short. At the last minute, I decided that I did not want to wear long leather boots–but that I would prefer to wear my black and white airwalks with flourescent pink hearts.

I’d take a picture, but you get the gist.

1 long sock, 1 short sock sticking out from underneath a long coat and a fancy black skirt.

I look like a bag lady.

And that would be my day.

Other than that–things are great!

I have a massive headache from not eating sugar, but after a weekend of projectile vomiting–I’ve decided to try and ween myself from all unhealthy foods. It’s easy to do this when the thought of eating again makes you want to–well, projectile vomit.