how the fuck did i get so much shit?!

… you know that day when you crawl under the depths of your bed and rescue your trapped & starving summer clothes?  well…mine must have been getting it on like bunnies bc somehow they had multiplied. as in, how the fuck did i get so much shit?  after a few days of guilt (mixed with occasional excitement. i’ve got some really cute things. duh) but mostly guilt, i told mari I could wear a different outfit every day for the entire summer and never repeat.  can’t you just hear the wheels turning in her head?! challenged accepted.  so from memorial day (i know, i’m already fucking this up) to labor day, new day=new outfit.  she thinks she’s sneaky because this is her way of making me do my part in posts, but i knew what i was in for…

disclaimer:

1. i never said they’d all be fashion blog worthy.  just because i’m doing this, doesn’t mean i’m waking up any earlier. 

2. hair & make up are not part of the deal.

3. whatever happens to be in background is not to be judged.