Fluffy?

Suited up in my fanciest dress for my mother's birthday dinner, I feel as if I should be twirling and singing melodically, due to the fact that my hair looks nice even though I didn't do anything with it today and the fact that my red lipstick is still working.

When I originally began this blog post, I was listening to some REALLY soft and fluffy, absolutely terrible indie folk that I was trying to force myself to like. "Ellen and the Escapades" are not a terrible band, they're just for a very specific type of people.

Ellen and the Escapades are probably for someone who twirls around the house and for someone who spends hours doing their hair.

I thought that the current time was an hour late (thank you, Fall Back!) so technically, I did do my hair two hours before we're escorted to our table by some young woman who would rather be watching movies with her boyfriend, but has to act like she enjoys her job because it pays her pretty well.

But honestly, I am not a fluffy kitten wearing lipstick who could spend the entirety of her life listening to increasingly awful folk music.

Which is why I swapped the dress for a T-shirt, and I'm listening to some rock music now.