I don't want to work. And, I don't mean just today. I don't want to work. I want about a month where I can lay about, read, watch tv, and not work. I am so burned out right now, it's just not even funny. I need a sabbatical.

Go to grad school!

Seriously, "don't want to work anymore" was in my top five reasons why I went. Maybe top three.

Jilli, you forgot 4) a horror that should be run from.

I used to work in an auditorium where the exit interviews were held. Two days of boredom at the end of each semester. Too bad I didn't have the internet to entertain me back then.

Or, more accurately, everything smelled, and that was really bad.

I've had to bail on shopping a few times for this reason. Even people who were clean and not overly perfumed made me recoil.

BLT lovers must heart me since I don't do raw tomatoes or bacon. I always figured that tomatoes tasted metallic to me as a defense mechanism (I'm allergic to them in raw form).

or 5) to be pitied for her extreme lack of fashion sense.

Jilli, you forgot 4) a horror that should be run from.

Well, yes. But it was much more fun to hold her eye as she walked past me, because she was obviously just as baffled by my black skirt, petticoats, jacket, and stripy tights as I was of her outfit. However, I'm pretty sure I managed a more neutral facial expression as I walked past.

Seriously, "don't want to work anymore" was in my top five reasons why I went. Maybe top three.

There must be a way to avoid work, avoid papers and exams, and have a steady income comparable to what I have now.

No?

Why the hell not?

Pfft.

Hm. In LA, wearing shit that makes no sense is the fashion, always.

In fact, it's made me much more ridiculously dressed, I think. Last week I wore a pink halter with pink sequins on it and a big sparkly orange flower in my purple hair to work. No one cared. And I probably looked like a clown. Somewhere, I'm sure someone ran to a message board to describe my lack of fashion sense.

Well, yes. But it was much more fun to hold her eye as she walked past me, because she was obviously just as baffled by my black skirt, petticoats, jacket, and stripy tights as I was of her outfit. However, I'm pretty sure I managed a more neutral facial expression as I walked past.

This scene needed to be captured on film.

I just followed a prime example of the muffin top for several blocks as I walked to the post office. I think the cinched tight low rise makes skinny people look soft and makes everyone else look slovenly. But I am usually baffled by popular clothing trends.

. Last week I wore a pink halter with pink sequins on it and a big sparkly orange flower in my purple hair to work. No one cared. And I probably looked like a clown.

No, see, I can make that work in my head. It sounds fun. Not the colors I would probably wear, but fun. This woman's outfit did not look like she chose to wear it because she liked it, but because she thought she *should* wear it.

There must be an LA equivalent (or seven) to NY fashion blog linked to in the past thread so I could see how people are dressing without going outside.

Because I only see co-workers (of whom there are hundreds, but we also theoretically hew to the same dress code) and co-kravvers (and when we're not in workout clothes it's more "That's how she dresses and that's how he dresses" and it gives me no wider perspective). When I do get out, for some reason I don't let anything stick in my brain.

Not sure why. Maybe it's that bad.