skinny jeans: F21, tee: Mango for JCP, heels: madden girl
i'm sorry that today my shirt is embarrassingly wrinkley. but i mean, i'm not really that sorry. because it's friday.
yesterday i forgot to tell you guys the awkward run-in i had with a victoria's secret worker. she was all "hello, how are you?" and i said "fine, thnx." and you know when you see them coming your heart sinks because all you want to do is shop for yourself, without being bothered. and then she said, "when is the last time you were measured for a bra?" and i said "ummm, high school?" and she said, "well why don't we measure you today?" and i'm like NO. NO THANKS I DON'T WANT TO STAND TOPLESS IN THE DRESSING ROOM WITH YOUR COLD CLAMMY FINGERS ON ME WITH THAT FLIMSY PINK MEASURING TAPE THAT HAS BEEN AROUND YOUR SWEATY NECK ALL DAY. instead i said, "oh. actually i just wear little bralettes. or tank tops with a shelf bra...sometimes, i don't wear a bra at all!" and she blushed and said, "well have you ever TRIED our bras?" and i'm all C'MON LADY. this is america. clearly i was a flat-chested 15-year-old who owned the water bra from here when it first came out. instead i really just got kind of annoyed with her bugging me and said, "yep. i'm sorry, i just really hate bras. i came in here to buy a hoodie." and she just sort of shrank off. i felt sort of bad for being a little bit rude. but NOT ANYMORE BECAUSE TODAY THAT HOODIE I BOUGHT FULL PRICE IS NOW ON SALE. skdjflksjdafl;k
was it an extra-long week for ANYONE ELSE?!?! because this week felt like it lasted forever. FOREVERRRRRR. just. too. long. and i was SO looking forward to going home to my dog and my NEW FULL PRICED HOODIE and the happiness of the weekend. and then JJ sent me this:
that's his closet.
and he will be working tonight.
obviously the closet is now my problem and my problem alone. i can call maintenance but they take forever to get anything done. maybe if i flash them my giant breasts they will put a fire under their ass and come to my apartment faster. this picture just looks like misery. MISERY. but i have to fix it. so i'll need wine, a hammer, wine, and maybe a little avril lavigne.