Monday, February 8th 2011
Yes, I may have run out of clean jeans today, but I also spoke (alongside a myriad of intelligent/like, really cool girls) at a social media panel tonight, so I thought a dress-thing might be a good choice. It meant I could make as many cooter/peen jokes as I wanted and still feel respected, because a dress as we all know = someone who must have their shit
buried in a weird place we cannot see together.
Also! SOMEONE BUY ME SHOTS! Because I’m for-fucking-ever 21 all over the place tonight. Forever21 year old dress to Forever21 year old boot. Which is funny, because this dress is called a “life in progress” dress. And if I wore this dress when I was actually 21 I think people would have called it the “she must be catholic or infertile” dress. FOUR YEARS CHANGES EVERYTHING. Stay in school, kids. Wear condoms. Etc.