Today's Humdrum

Let's start of honest for a change. Point blank: this outfit here, bores me. I know, I know ultimately made the decision to sport such a look, but in truth I formulated this outfit such a looong time ago, I just can't even contemplate such an archaic fixture of mind.

Fourteen days suddenly feels like an eternity.

I just feel predictable and I seem to find ironic discomfort in reminiscing upon above that state. My taste buds just aren't tantalized; in fact they are rather inclined to put on something uncanny and ballsy, like a trench coat or maybe even a tweed vest. Tell me how you feel about fishnets.

Moral of the story, I've done this before and that's no fun. The limits aren't pushed, no figural boxes have been broken per se, and that's obviously upsetting, for obvious reasons. For example, this denim shirt tied around my freakin' waist, is near cause for insanity and is thereby influencing thoughts characterized by all things troubling, like any Kidz Bop song, baby elephants stuck in drains or pneumonia (see: BuzzFeed).

Can I get a "cliche", please.

Urban Outfitters tee, thrifted skirt, denim shirt purchased from Uber-Skecthy Web Store–that's literally what it was called though, no false advertising here my mans– and some mo' Steve Madden bootays.

Don't let the smooth taste fool you, or in this case the above jpegs infiltrated with false stems of real joy, gaiety and jubilation.  I am terribly saddened and would therefore like to apologize for my UN-originality and perverse use of the term "unique".

A sad face emoji only seems fit.