voile

So it's over. Despite my bitching I had a good time, as a matter of fact. But now I am sitting quietly at home, on the couch, with no desire to do much of anything for a week.

I have a gorgeous new leather coat, and I'm going shopping (oh, gawd) tomorrow for a few new outfits and some black lacy underwear because I'm addicted to the stuff. But I honestly hate clothes shopping (being abnormally tall certainly doesn't help)... I hate dressing rooms... I hate trying things on... and then looking at myself from each nasty angle in the evil changing room mirrors..

And then I'm going to eat a bucket of New York Fries to make myself feel better, and then maybe stop by somewhere to price out my next tat and then think about getting another pierce... but what should I pierce.... hrrmmmm....

edited to add: the new year always makes me want to peirce, tattoo, and dress myself in new clothes. All this "new starts & new changes" crap is contageous. I'm even thinking about joining the JCC. *gasp*