Tonight I'm going to move a box spring, throw together this for dinner, and then run to a vaguely 1964-themed housewarming party. I'm doing the pasta because I have goat cheese and I want an excuse to drink wine while I cook.
For the party, I was considering not dressing up at all. Then I thought about how little effort it will actually take. My plan is to put on a mod little dress, my old-ass, secondhand pair of Ferragamos, and some eyeliner. I'll tease my hair a little, which will be easy since I haven't washed it in a few days and it's full of dry shampoo. That's all. It's going to be a good night.
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