Regarding Old Navy

I used to be hip. I used to be cool. Well, truth be told I was always a dork, but I hid it behind funky dresses, enormous shoes, bright red hair and some strategically-placed silver jewelry. And I hid it quite well - the boyfriend thought I was cool for at least three months before he noticed. But not anymore.

Suddenly, I have dirty blond hair that is usually pulled into a ponytail or messy bun-thing, barely any makeup or jewelry, and the worst part of it is - Old Navy. I own so many items of clothing from Old Navy that on any given day, there are at least three pieces of it on my person. I have this, this, these, these, this, this, this, this, these and these - and that's only from the website!

Maybe it's the whole corporate thing - I mean, I wore pigtails and overalls to work at my last job. Constant interviewing and temping required me to (at the very least) lose the nose ring. And slave wages don't buy the overpriced-but-so-cute-I-want-to-die crap at Urban Outfitters. The red dye came out while I was on vacation. So it all makes perfect sense. I still miss the crazysexycool me that used to turn heads in the East Village, though.