I finally felt like trying on my clothes from KILLSTAR and they’re lovely! The pants sort of remind me of bondage pants and they’re made of an odd stretchy polyester sort of material which isn’t my favourite, but it doesn’t bother me much. Thankfully they are high waisted enough. The duster is beautiful. It’s got crushed velvet bits and beautiful bell sleeves. I felt magical when I put it on. It does touch the floor quite a bit, I suppose I’ll wear platforms with it. I don’t want to get it hemmed, that’d just ruin it. I need to take a better look at it tomorrow, the lighting in there absolutely sucks at night.
I went out with Karen today (well technically yesterday) and she tried talking politics again. I said “Let’s not talk politics.” She said one more sentence of it then stopped, thankfully. This is why I never impose my beliefs on anyone else. It’s draining.
Me and the parents ate at Pizza Hut. It was unusually full in there. There’s hardly ever more than a few people there when we go. I could tell the waitress was struggling. I got my pepperoni lovers melts and all was good in the world.