It’s one of those things that happens, especially as a girl. You wake up one morning. You stretch. You yawn. You drag your weary body to your closet and open it. Then it happens. The internal scream. Every piece of clothing mocks you, as you look upon it with newfound loathing. How could you have ever bought any of this stuff? Were you drunk? And how are those magenta clogs ever okay? Okay, so I went a little far with the magenta clogs. Needless to say this morning I woke up and ha
Friday, 16 January 2009
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