I wish I could just put on a pretty frock (yes-this is a frock, not a dress) and fly to Europe and sit on the steps of some great architectural masterpiece with some pigeons today. But I have work to do. I have to write a review, write interview questions, get myself to an open mic (where I know I’ll bomb), and finish my one-lady show for Geek Week*. I’m going to try to pretend in my head that getting shit done is more glamorous than looking pretty and doing nothing. Right? Right?

*it now has references to Glenn Close and butts. It’s going to be MAJOR.

I wish I could just put on a pretty frock (yes-this is a frock, not a dress) and fly to Europe and sit on the steps of some great architectural masterpiece with some pigeons today. But I have work to do. I have to write a review, write interview questions, get myself to an open mic (where I know I’ll bomb), and finish my one-lady show for Geek Week*. I’m going to try to pretend in my head that getting shit done is more glamorous than looking pretty and doing nothing. Right? Right?

*it now has references to Glenn Close and butts. It’s going to be MAJOR.

(Source: sparklesandpretending)