‘Yes, but you’ve been wearing leather’
I’ve been gung ho on moving north.
But I realized I’d be moving closer to Goonhilda, “and I-I-I-I cringed.”
I mean, it’s not like we’d be in the same stores, for example.
I got a giggle thinking, well, it’s not like we’d pick up the same article of clothing to fight over.
Wildly different preferences there.
I got to thinking how she called me a shallow shopaholic.
I’m not going to post my outfit today. But I would beg to differ.
1. My Disneyland 70 Lug bag that I take everywhere.
2. My boots that I bought in Georgetown.
3. My Georgetown Cupcake T-shirt.
4. My Eras Tour quarter-zip that was only sold at concerts.
5. My Beetlejuice friendship bracelets. Because Catherine O’Hara died and Delia Deetz was my favorite role of hers.
6. My Lilith Fair ring (this was mom’s; I have the same one but a size bigger) and my Nightmare Before Christmas ring, my favorite Disney movie.
7. Marcasite Mickey Mouse studs.
Like, everything I fuggin cherish. Things that represent me.
Honestly, most of which I got on sale or with a cardholder/passholder discount.
Truly the only full price item is the G-Town Cupcake shirt, which was fine because I was freezing and needed a layer under this same Eras Tour QZ.
I did make a clothing purchase today, too, on one of the resale sites.
A jersey from the Cosmopolitan was marked way the hell down from retail price when I was in Vegas. NWT, too. So, it’s mine now.
Like, I have zero interest in going to Vegas anytime soon. But that’s where I’d go if I were. Also it’s purple. Not Grimace purple, but with some pink too. Perfect for me.
Not shallow. Intentional.
“I was hoping, I was hoping” she’s grown up by now. Or at least regrets a lot.
Here’s hoping for changed behavior.
“I too thought that, when proved wrong, I lost somehow
And I too once thought life was cruel
And it’s a cycle, really
You think I’m withdrawing and guilt-tripping you
I think you’re insensitive, and I don’t feel heard.”
Not that I would ever see us in the same store, thankfully.