To a completely collegiate wardrobe. I blame moving.
I haven't worn anything that wasn't baggy, dirty, hooded or slip-on (checked Vans) for the past seven days. And I'm getting scared I won't turn back after we're unpacked. Clay is, too.
Today? Today, I'm wearing Levis that are falling off, a see-through men's v-neck with yellowed pits, and the aforementioned Vans. My hair looks like a chick's at a Phish concert. I'm wearing snowboarding socks. And a backpack.
Help?
LOL. the mental image is almost too much for me.
ReplyDeletedo you need an intervention? i'd be MORE than happy to make a trip to SF. No really. Intervention, please?
I really do, Jordan, I really do. Stat.
ReplyDeleteOf course, you'd have to help me clean/organize/burn things in addition to fighting the troops of the elite that surround us. But I sense you can handle it.
There's no shame in comfort!
ReplyDeleteXOXO,
Frumpapotamus
I fail to see the problem.
ReplyDeleteAs a collegiate student, I have to say that I approve. Sounds glamorous.
ReplyDeleteThis is not how i thought things were going to work out when we upgraded apartments.
ReplyDeleteIts like Flo + Buffalo Butt moved onto the set of The Jeffersons.
If that makes sense.
hallllllp!
ReplyDeletei dress like that pretty normally, so instead of discouraging you, i am going to ENCOURAGE you, so that there is another hot skanky chick out n the world besides me.
team friendship.
i just have to clarify that, i too, support your clothing decisions as of late. comfort all the way, baby.
ReplyDeletei just really want to come to SF.
Thanks for the back up, ladies. Your unconditional love warms my poorly dressed heart.
ReplyDeleteIt's seriously a problem, tho. I think it's the hair that's bringing me down the most. I need to show you pictures for you to understand. Le sigh.