Feeling Fabulous...?

Yesterday I went to the ULU gym, and upon leaving couldn't stop grinning because of the way the attractive man I'd talked to at the front desk kept smiling and flirting with me. I strutted down the street, feeling fabulous, feeling on top of my game. I then spotted my reflection in a window. A huge-ass tag was sticking out of my new jacket by my face. I realised he'd been trying not to laugh at me. Fml.


I need to stop thinking I'm the shit. I can't help it sometimes though. If someone's smiling at me I tend to take that as a good sign, and If I'm listening to good music, I'm bound to strut and pretend I'm cool. Getting into the coach today, I was listening to Swedish House Mafia and attempting a sexy walk towards the back. I strategically chose to sit near two guys my age, and, still thinking I was awesome, slinked into my seat. I hit my head hard on the luggage compartment above in the process and they burst out laughing.

Yeah, things need to change.