A girly day

I woke up to have a girly day today.

Right now guys are convinced that means I'm talking about my period. But no, I mean one of those days when you wake up and you can't find anything in your closet that looks good. And it's partly because your clothes are not cool and partly because you feel fat in them. And partly because your hair looks stupid.

Unfortunately, I had a dream that my brother noticed I got a haircut and proceeded to tell me that the hairdresser wasn't very good at her job: she should have told me that this wouldn't be a good cut for me.

Ya, OK, I don't really care a huge amount about my hair in general (it grows back and it's probably not the worst thing ever), but clearly I'm having an "I'm less than a goddess" day.

I will get over it. Without the false compliments.

I'm just having one of THOSE days.