Hot Ghetto Mess

As of late I have been having some looks issues and yesterday did nothing more than reconfirm what I have been feeling. One of the things about starting this new job has been a slow growing awareness of how Hollywood/MTV stylized this place is.

Normally I’m not that guy—sure I try to look good but I don’t put too much effort into. A huge part of this has to do with the fact that I spend my days working to my jobs. This can be quite limiting in what I chose to wear—shorts always seem a good idea since they help to keep me cool and refreshed looking. But in an office full of trendies—well—it feels not so hot.

It didn’t help that I wore a cute t-shirt yesterday that somehow was stained. I don’t know when or how I did it but the shirt had this odd colored patch that made it look like I had been rubbing up on either a homeless man or the stripper pole at Jumbo’s after closing. It was nasty and grimy and made me look cheap. Not in a sexy way.

On top of this—my hair was just working against me. I’m growing it out in an effort to look all angsty emo but have been looking bed headed and slovenly. The thing is—when the hair is good, it’s very very good and sexy. I have this great photo on my phone where my hair looks a sexy rockstar-ish. But now I’m all torn and am thinking of shaving it all off into a crew cut ala Justin Timberlake to try and bring the sexy back. But I think I might be too old for that. Not that I’m old at all.

And on top of all this I’m having my crazy body issues again where I feel like a 12 year old girl in need of a training bra for my new breasts. Seriously not good when you catch your own reflection and think nasty.

I guess I have to figure out to do. Or take votes.

Yeah. Vote already.