P.S.
These are the boots. Along with this dress/shirt/thing, my mother and sister agreed that I was a very, very strange person.



THE DRESS THING:

...it needs leggings.
P.P.S. Did everyone always say "happy new year" when seeing you for the first time after the new year? Because I don't remember that. And it's a lot like saying "cheers" to me. I freeze up and have no idea what to say. I'm glad your Gregorian calendar turned a new page? New Year's Eve/Day means nothing to me. I drank one Smirnoff thing by myself because no one else wanted to drink and woke Nick up to watch the ball drop. Woo, our human-made construct of time measurement continues! I am one year closer to maybe getting proposed to!
P.P.P.S. Speaking of which, one of my friends from high school (who has had a crush on me since 7th grade and who, after I made out with him once, went totally downhill into drugs and has a kid) is engaged now. To get married in DECEMBER OF 2012 THAT BITCH.
P.P.P.P.S. I don't know if I've ever talked about our hatred for Belly. That post is coming.
P.P.P.P.P.S. I should take a shower maybe.
3 comments:
I LOVE YOUR BOOTS.
Ahhhh leggings?????
Love the boots and you can totally pull of the leggings, you have the legs!
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