My Mum brought dresses with her today. I think I tried on around twenty and didn't like any of them. I don't know why I'm being so picky and stupid.
Ed said I looked fat in about half the dresses I tried on. Jesus, how can I like any dress I try on with him around? Sometimes I think he really does hate me.
In other news, I was walking around the arts festival today and I passed this booth where little kids were painting. It was cute, so I offered to help..
Yeah big mistake.
These two little girls, twins. They were adorable, and they asked if they could paint me.. Me, being the nice girl I am, said yes.
I look like a painting. I have little, colorful drawings EVERYWHERE. My arms, my face, my legs, my neck- everywhere.
Anyone want to see before I wash it off?