Well it is me, but it's not. I'm not comfortable like this, kind of dressed up some - it doesn't suit me, I feel different, out of tune with it all. I'm at ease in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, I guess it feels homely and safe, it is what I am used to. I rarely go anywhere if there is some kind of dress code beyond slouch wear, if they cannot be bothered to let people into their establishment without a shirt and a pair of pants then I really do not want to know. I have never seen the point in making a concerted effort to dress accordingly. You may call it a rebel instinct, I'll refer to it as lazy or some kind of phobia, is there a phobia for dressing up? And if so, what is it called? Maybe tomorrow I'll google it.
That said, here I am being a hypocrite and stretching the boundaries both in attire and establishment tonight. It's kind of freaking me out a bit, making me nervous, I really am not comfortable with this whole thing; that's why I'm writing to you blogger in an attempt to ease my nervous disposition. And it was only supposed to be a quick entry, but my mind is racing and my hands are shaking so much I am making many errors.
Time to go, but hopefully my effort will be rewarded, see you tomorrow. Good night. xx
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