By the time Sunday morning crawls around it dawns on me that I only have two choices: I can either lay here in bed whimpering all day, or I can go out and buy myself a leather jacket.
A leather jacket isn't going to roll me over and have rebound-sex with me; a leather jacket isn't going to laugh at my jokes afterwards while I make an omelette; but a leather jacket is going get me one step closer to looking and feeling like a rockstar, and nothing is better than that.
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Pictures...we need pictures!
ReplyDeleteAnd sometimes...if its really quiet...I can hear my leather jacket laughing at my omelets..
Oh Annie, if I could, I'd give you a great big hug. The kind that lets you know that regardless of how you feel in those little moments in between, you'll come out of it all a STAR!
leather jacket, right on!
ReplyDeleteyou're right, crying won't change things. it will only keep you feeling badly.
you will be more than fine.
"...and nothing is better than that."
ReplyDeleteSo wear nothing.
I bought some pink and black old-style punk leopard print jeans in a fit of revisited teenage rebellion at the weekend. You can borrow them for your rockstar look if you want! I hope you did buy a leather jacket - they are very "on-trend" at the moment.
ReplyDelete"On-trend"? Really? Damnit, I was kind of hoping to be the only one. Yes, I did really buy one, it's by DKNY and it cost a fortune, but it looks like someone's been living in it for the past 10 years. I'm wearing to a rock concert tonight. I had a pair of tiger-print trousers once, and I wore them exactly once.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the hugs, I am fine, really.
<3 Tim
A leather jacket isn't going to roll me over and have rebound-sex with me -- Obviously, Annie, darling, you aren't looking in the right shops. A little further from the high street, and you can probably find something to suit your needs.
ReplyDelete> I can either lay here in bed whimpering all day, or I can go out and buy myself a leather jacket.
ReplyDeleteI reckon these are the only two choices anyone ever really has.
My mother's only advice to me on each and every break-up I've been through has been 'just keep putting on your make-up and keep shaving your legs.' It seemed superficial at the time, but in retrospect it got me out of some troughs. And also, it meant I was fully prepared for rebound sex at the drop of a hat :).
ReplyDeleteWell, at least you're earning good money and able to treat yourself. Could be worse!
ReplyDeleteWhenever I wear a leather jacket, it just reminds me that my jacket is cooler than I am. You should be able to rock out quite nicely though.
ReplyDeleteRock on, Rock Star...
ReplyDeleteI want a leather jacket designed by the dudes from Justice. Pretty cool hah? http://surface2airparis.com/store/retail/market/collection-13/style-23.html
ReplyDeleteA leather jacket would be a baaad rebound move for me personaly: I just want to fade away and be cool from a distance (yeah right). A leather jacket would make me feel too conspicuous (mainly because I have never worn anything more exciting than a red jacket, and I have to wear that with black).
ReplyDeleteBut kudos to you. I am imensly jealous of your leather jacket and your leather jacket wearing skills.
Hope it's working for you! x
When I divorced my hsband everyone told me how great I looked because I lost so much weight. I would always reply with "well, ya know when you have managed to shrug off the first 150lbs of dead weight it's not hard to keep going"... you are free now, chickie and you can go anywhere and do anything you like. I know for sure those places are going to be amazing and beautiful and unique just like you. So fill the space that 'dead weight' left with a leather jacket. It's an investment for your future!!
ReplyDeleteIt's not impractical at all because when you're on a multi-million dollar sound stage directing the next Brad Pitt movie you'll need something warm, cool and rugged!!!
Take care, chin up- it'll help you see where you're going when you take off!!
~Nate. xxx
BLACK leather, Annie. Make sure it's black leather. You don't want to buy a red one and look like a Maltese hooker.
ReplyDeleteApologies to anyone out there in Dublin who owns a red leather jacket. If anyone has approached you recently and asked for a quote, it was probably me.
DKNY? DKNY?! It bloody well should roll you over and have rebound sex with you for the amount of money I bet that little baby cost. You GO girl! x
ReplyDeleteI've been thinking about getting one myself. And did someone say picture?
ReplyDeleteIt's GREEN, not black, but it's the totally cool kind of green, not the totally uncool kind of green. Here I am looking smug (but broke) to prove it:
ReplyDeletehttp://www.flickr.com/photos/annierhiannon/2677466675/
Nate: that's a great line. And I've shifted my layer of relationship-fat with a sensible diet and exercise. Ahem.
Annie, since I already have two leather jackets, I opted to buy a pair of heels which I haven't bought in a long, long time. Since the boy was 1-2 inches taller than me, heels made us look funny. And now I can be tall and rockin' wooo!
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