Tomorrow is the Penthouse party. I scoured the net for some images from parties past to see what attire would be best. I concluded that anything goes, from a short denim skirt and boots to an evening gown to anything in between. So I’ve got a sparkly top and cream color slacks set aside which as the hours tick by seems less and less enticing the more I examine my pasty skin and crusty nose and fat butt and damn I’m ugly I can’t possibly go to this party what the hell am I thinking of course I’m going hell no I’m not I need to go to the gym why did I eat that pint of ice cream and half a large pizza last night?
As of this minute, I’m going.