I'm attempting a nonchalant "oh what, me?" look while tugging on my shoe; instead, I make a disgruntled egghead. Seriously, since when was my head that oblong?
FUN FACT. I actually had another outfit planned for today, but when I fell out of bed, I didn't ... feel like that outfit anymore. Y'know what I mean? Please tell me you know what I mean. I mean, I'd like to think she would get what I sorta mean, because I was reminded of it earlier. Isn't "mean" a funny word when you say it over and over? Mean. Mean. Meeeean. Mean. Nonsensical, sleep-deprived ramblings aside, the main reason was that I wasn't feeling so hot (to put it kindly) when I woke up. So in consolation, I wrapped myself in black, with one white, pleated punctuation.
And of course, the obligatory music post. I couldn't very well quote a song without posting it, dear GOD man!
OK fine, that wasn't so fun of a fact. It was slightly bemusing at best. Uh, uhmmm-- FUN FACT. Did you know that Lincoln totally fought vampires? It's true.
Oh, crap. My face was cut off. Ouch. Let's try that again.
Just like the Lord of the Rings DVDs, this is the uncut version (ah haw haw).
Bomber- JouJou via TJMaxx : Skirt- Amused, thrift store : Leggings- TJMaxx : Tights- We Love Colors : Socks- magic? : Shoes- Old Navy
I meant to show how wondrously blue the sky was, but my cell phone really doesn't do it justice.
What's Lovely for March 3, 2010: Slice of sunshine right at my feet.
PS: What the whaaaat-- 45 followers??? Thank you all so so much, especially for the comments you generously leave here! As grateful as I am, it also got me thinking. Christina's recent post talked about the WHY behind blogging (you should really read it too, it's wonderful psychobabble). Why do we do it? Does it validate ourselves? Are we all just that vain, the kind that Carly Simon sang about? Anyway, this is easily becoming something resembling a full-on rant. Long story short, I really love what I have here. It's like a diary, only something I can share with everyone. The only thing missing is the symbolically embarrassing confession of who my crush is, complete with doodled hearts. Or am I the only one who did that in 5th grade?What are your two cents? Or you can give a dime, that's cool too.