friday morning.

well, it turns out mickael is french. who knew? i can't possibly marry a french guy... i don't want to live in france. besides, he doesn't even know who doris day is. it'd never work out. i may need some help with finding a "rock star". any suggestions are welcome.

in the meantime, i have been preparing myself. yesterday, i went out and bought a new beat-up cowboy hat and those really big snow boots. i think they're ghastly, but that's what i'm supposed to wear, right? i still need to get some short skirts to wear with my new shoes and hat, but at least it's a start. all i know is that i have to start spending way more money on ripped, dirty old clothes than i have been. what have i been thinking all these years, buying nice clothes. those won't get me anywhere.