|Ah yes... guilt.|
I'm so used to it these days I'm not even sure what
it's about this time.
|See, this should be just as normal as any other image|
of people doing sports. Here, in the community that
reads this blog, it probably is.
Alas, not so in the world.
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|Did I mention I was fat?|
This is supposed to illustrate a lose-lose situation but it
does work well to explain my feelings another way.
Tilly has confirmed that I have a paunch, she finds it
funny, but I don't want to be fat.
|There was a sale. It cost £2.|
|Tilly, contemplating my cross-dressing.|
I am a bit shit at this whole 'keeping it secret and private' lark. In essence, I scored an own goal here.
|Even Doge is in on it. That's... kinda scary.|
|Does this make Brian a dude?|
Brian is the sobriquet Private Eye uses for Prince
Charles. It is not meant nicely.
So what? I don't know. I still feel guilt, mainly because Tilly found the receipt, and I know I won't be dressing tonight, which makes me a little sad as I was looking forward to the tights, skirt, boots, top and cami ensemble. I even wore knickers (purple) all day as preparation. Hell, I downloaded a hypno file to simulate a painful period to try when dressed (because I am very curious and very strange). So there's also a truckload of disappointment. Tilly also dropped her phone so the screen failed. She's grumpy, upset and feeling crappy with lack of sleep, a cold and a novel that she's trying to write her way through a bramble patch. As she put it "everything's happening at once, which is shitty" and so I am aware that my purchase, my habit, is another aspect to that shitty confluence.