I'm leaving for Harrisburg in the morning and it's official: I hate every single item of clothing I own.
Dear Fashion Gods, please let
zebraljb think that the reason all my clothes are shapeless and black is because I'm a hipper-than-thou urbanite and not because I've been too lazy to go on a decent shopping trip in half a decade. Or because part of my brain is still operating under the very wrong assumption that BLACK CONCEALS ALL. (So not true. So very, very not true.)
Is it too late to just buy a bunch of plastic tarps and cut armholes into them?
(Also, while emptying out an old bag just now I came across a surprise ten dollar bill and I got so excited over it that I inadvertently bummed myself out.)
Dear Fashion Gods, please let
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Is it too late to just buy a bunch of plastic tarps and cut armholes into them?
(Also, while emptying out an old bag just now I came across a surprise ten dollar bill and I got so excited over it that I inadvertently bummed myself out.)