| looking for a job. can't find nothing. mother makes me buy a dress. a cute sundress. short. shows legs. tight. seems quite not my style. i looked like a punk trying on clothes at the gap.
normally i shop at the cheap stores, and mostly at the village and other such thrift stores. you can find quite cool things, and most of what i wear is a little too big for me.
but hey, i clean up nice. i find it to be quite sad that in today's society we are forced to dress like little hoes in order to get jobs. i am qualified, i can do the job ten times better than those airheads, but until today, when i dressed up like a ditz, i didn't get a second look.
today, however, i got many second looks, but most of them were from icky old men, or 14-year-old boys | 
