slacks: Theory, blouse: Nord Rack old lady section, sweater: Ann Taylor
you guys i love Theory. love love love. they make the best pants ever. but here's the thing: don't ever pay full price for Theory. it's highway robbery. i always the clothes on sale at the Rack. for instance, these pants? originally $275. i got them for $50.
i am in the worst grumpiest mood today. i actually screamed at my car's floormat because it got caught on my high heel. i also yelled at the rain. and at Cleo for getting the rain on her. it was just an angry morning. and it's because that bitch Aunt Flow is coming to town. i told this to JJ as a warning and he said, "i didn't know you had an aunt named Flo...and why is she coming?" OMG REALLY?!
i am in such a foul mood this morning that it can only mean one thing: that there is a dementor in my presence. for you lame non-Harry Potter fans, see below.
- "Dementors are among the foulest creatures that walk this earth. They infest the darkest, filthiest places, they glory in decay and despair, they drain peace, hope, and happiness out of the air around them... Get too near a Dementor and every good feeling, every happy memory will be sucked out of you. If it can, the Dementor will feed on you long enough to reduce you to something like itself...soulless and evil. You will be left with nothing but the worst experiences of your life."
- --Remus Lupin to Harry Potter
does that not sound like the exact definition of PMS? i mean REALLY. this is groundbreaking stuff here, you guys. there is a dementor in my office right now. and he is an absolute bastard.
today i went to target on my lunch break to buy some things. things like draino and deodorant and shaving cream. and because we are poor, i reluctantly walked past the caldrea hand soap and bought method instead. so now instead of smelling like rich, lavish European olive oil, we will smell like boring American pear. but i guess that's life. during checkout i bought sour gummy worms and chocolate covered peanuts. and i ate the chocolate covered peanuts at my desk. and apparently i was a messy eater and let the crumbs fall on my lap because:
there's melted chocolate all over my pants now. MOTHERFUDGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i just need to get out of here. and home into my sweatpants with three ice cream sandwiches and a bottle of wine. anyone want to join me?