The Bookbat

I am shallow right now.

But here is something I wish: I wish that sometime about four to six years ago I had taken a break from being self-righteous and learned to do Girl Things, like wear makeup and fix my hair and plan a wardrobe and walk in heels, because now I am old and increasingly unhappy with always looking like a feral prepubescent creature in a room full of well-groomed adults, and I’m pretty sure it is too late to learn, and today I went to Goodwill with the intention of buying some sort of classy-looking outerwear for when it starts to snow (which is soon) and left with a pair of corduroys and a seriously cleavagey top with a bow on it and some combat boots, and it’s just hopeless, really.