Doomsday : Pending

I woke up this morning to the sight of a few shopping bags sitting there, ever so innocently, at the end of my bed. In my drunken stupor I thought to myself "hmmm, is it my birthday already?" But I knew better. We don't celebrate that sorta thing around here. So I churned my brain a bit harder. "Hmmm, is it Christmas?" Nope, we don't celebrate that either.

Come to think of it, we don't really celebrate anything in the Dodo house. So all this could only mean one thing.

I pounced on the bags and to my complete horror and dismay, not only had mom gone and done my shopping for me, disregarding my taste in clothes (she KNOWS I hate heels, dresses, anything sparkly, anything fancy, anything remotely PARTY-ish). Let alone the fact that all this stuff is from shops I NEVER buy from, hell I don't even walk into them just to take a peak. Too... ummm... immature for my taste I guess.

Not only are the heels waaaaay to high, but their bling factor is off the barometer!! And that dress! Holy mother of crap. Ok so I don't really mind the dress, it's not bad, but it's effing white! A bit too bridal, wouldn't you say? Well at least she knew there was no way in hell I would wear that halter without somehow covering my saggy arms, and paired the dress up with a black cardigan.

Looks like someone's sold me already, no consent, no zag, no 3amaat 3ain. And not only did the getup not get my seal of approval, it was absolutely shunned by baby sis!! That speaks volumes, damnit!