i never quite know how to dress “sexy”. last night was my friend’s birthday shindig at a local club, and, despite my best efforts to look somewhat alluring, i’m pretty sure i came off looking like a five year old wearing mommy’s lipstick and high heels.

i tell myself every year, “ok, this is the year you’re actually going to start caring about what you look like. that includes, but is not limited to, make-up, nice clothes, and styled hair.” and then the next day i’ll end up waking up five minutes before i have to leave for school, grab a pair of dirty sweatpants and a grungy top, and head out the door without even raking a comb through my hair. it’s always the same with me.

then i see these girls last night wearing their off-the-shoulder blouses and tight-fitting dresses and sporting their nicely shaved legs. i wish i could take more pride in my appearance. alan is forever telling me to get some self-esteem. and, try as i might, when i see these beautiful girls, i might as well be wearing granny panties over my jeans — that’s how much of a fashion victim i am.

also, a review of matchstick men is up.