Do you really think she did all that in one week? No way. Rather, she racked her brain for the most brag-worthy things she had done or wanted to do in the past seven years and mashed it all into one week.
Anyway, here is what I wore today:
I started the morning in a nightshirt. I had gone to bed in a nightshirt and flannel pants, but I don’t know what happened to the pants. C’est la vie.
I knew I had a big day ahead of me and so I picked out my dressiest sweat pants and my best hoodie. Then I fucked around on the internet for like three hours. Then I decided to go for a run.
I wore my black champs sports running tights, a blue beanie stolen from my brother, black cotton gloves from target and a blue long sleeve running top from a second hand sporting goods store. The tights for some reason have started to sag this winter. Could it be because I have had them for ten years and my mother had them for two or three years before that?
Then I jumped in the shower in my favorite outfit and then I returned to the sweat pants hoodie combo that I was so comfortable in earlier in the day. And then, surprise surprise, I fucked around on the internet for a few more hours.
One of most challenging things about striking the balance between skank and prude is determining the proper amount of skin to show in a given situation.
How to get the keyhole look: find a hoodie like this one that I got at a goodwill in lincoln, nebraska. Snap the top snap, unzip the zipper a smidge.
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