I should probably keep tabs on the looks I post. I have not blogged about this (plus Bloodbuzz Ohio) and I am feeling a little bit on the obsessive-compulsive side these past few days, so now I am writing this entry at 4:30 in the morning. Piled up looks, unemployment, zero per cent on the love-o-meter (thanks to my friends, I have realized that I am in such an unconventional state), being the ditchee (person that is being ditched) for as long I can remember, confusion about my heart's whereabouts (again, thank you friends. HA HA HA), the lack of parallelism in this sentence, and I can go on all morning ranting about these things. Can life get any worse? I know I should be grateful. Maybe tomorrow I will, that is, if I wake up on the right side of the bed. So here is the look I posted almost a month ago.
"Creep up and tell me that you love me more each time you look into my eyes. I feel I know you don't mean to be mean. I'm sure you know the same for me." -- And Darling, Tegan & Sara (this song is my absolute favorite and I will never get tired of it)
|Denims are back! Wearing a denim peasant dress with ruffled hem; beige suede Forever 21 clogs; accessories from Forever 21, H&M and Aldo.|
|My gold and silver chain connector ring is practically one with both of my fingers. I never leave the house without it. I have another one, that is how much I adore it.|