I don't even know half the stuff I'm typing today. If I give you a weird response to your Formspring question, or on MSN, or on Facebook, this is my reason. I'm feeling all over the place. In other news, my bunny escaped....but the hutch door is still closed. INSANE AMIRITE?! He didn't even go anywhere. He just spent the night pooping all over the shoes and hiding underneath the clothes line. I don't even have a name for him, because I liked a lot that were suggested on Tumblr (special mention to "Hopper Von Floppenstein", but my mother wants to call it "Mrauuuuuuuu", as in the cat noise.
ANYWAY. BEFORE I RAMBLE INTO THE NEXT YEAR:
FAKE NYC SHIRT: Thrifted, $4.
FAKE DOC MARTENS: Kmart, $30.
BLACK CARDI: Cotton On, $15 or something.
BELT: Thrifted.
BLACK SATCHEL WITH GOLD HARDWARE: Thrifted.
FAKEY GLASSES: Cotton On or something.
CHILD'S DRESS TURNED SKIRT: Thirfted, then Joanna. Does it make sense if I say that I feel like I'm typing into a black hole? I don't even know.
2 comments:
but ny doesnt love you.
(almost) noone likes tourists.
thats the funny thing about this t-shirt hype.
Hey are you looking for cotton on cardi? :)
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