Thursday, May 17, 2012

Prints are Prints, so they stay

I found a new place here. I'm coming down fast. I found a new place here. I'm coming down fast. It would appear that Ms. Palmer's vocals in "No Beef," are playing on repeat in my office today. Quite suiting because I have a throbbing headache from a failing attempt to sleep last night. Hours before I enjoyed myself in a room full of estrogen at one of the endless wedding showers I'll be attending this year. This one was a specific one...a table top shower. Quite cute, actually. Mid glass of bubbles and smoked salmon bite in, one of my blonde besties felt it appropriate to timeline the rest of us who are not yet sporting a clear rock on our lefties. According to my friend, whom is apparently now a fortune teller, I will be the last, if at all to jump on the diamond ring trend they have all got down...jaja thanks Jess. She kind of did make a good point though because I'm quite far from cinching my fat finger...

...we broke up over instagram. I hope he knows I was for cereal because prints are not a joke and neither are comments on my wardrobe. It all began one evening as I habitually brought my laptop into bed and was scrolling through wardrobe options when his non invited opinion interrupted, "um your wardrobe's gotten really wild over the past year, I just just prefer solids," he says. Um excuse me what? I sure hope you're talking about food because I hope you prefer solids also. As for mah clothes, how dare you? I refuse to take advice from a burnt orange shirted male. Prints are staying, not sure if you are.
I'm kind of joking guys...or am I? I just opted to cinch a print with a printed cincher...