freaky friday.

it really wasn't freaky at all. i mean, nothing unusually freaky; it's always freaky working at a shop with all hooligans for employees.

it's roughly 745pm. i've been trying to pick out an outfit for about 30mins...right now i feel like i look like i'm going to a ho-down.
before that it was a super hippy knit dress.
before that it was a blukly, blueish sweater-dress.
before that it was a dress i once wore during prom.
before that it was a dress i never wore and have had it since 10th grade.
hopeless.

jeans?!

...okay, i just changed into a plain cleavagey dress with a small dark-purple sweater and tall doc martins...let's see how it long takes until i change again.