The Summer, it Begs
It feels like summer kind of snuck up on me. I mean, I've done summery shit like swim and drink drinks with lime and mint in them and implore my garden not to shrivel up and die even though we all know it's a bit late for that. But all of a sudden June is nearly over and it's boiling out and my electric bills are pushing $90 and I feel like I should buy a fan? Also my car feels like the hellmouth every time I get in it in the daylight because certain dead girls just had to buy a black car in fucking Texas. Texas, Kasey.
Did I have a point? Oh yes, the fashion of laziness. I am going to buy as many jersey-knit dresses as my tiny budget will allow this summer because frankly I am wandering around my apartment in my skivvies(GOD I LOVE LIVING ALONE), and I want clothes I can throw on in 30 seconds to go buy hair dye and Mojito ingredients. I already got this little number for SEVEN AND A HALF DOLLARS:
And that is a terrible photo but trust me it is deeply flattering and I feel like this is what one wears to a party on a boat.
Now if you'll excuse me I need to go buy that hair dye and limes.
Did I have a point? Oh yes, the fashion of laziness. I am going to buy as many jersey-knit dresses as my tiny budget will allow this summer because frankly I am wandering around my apartment in my skivvies(GOD I LOVE LIVING ALONE), and I want clothes I can throw on in 30 seconds to go buy hair dye and Mojito ingredients. I already got this little number for SEVEN AND A HALF DOLLARS:
And that is a terrible photo but trust me it is deeply flattering and I feel like this is what one wears to a party on a boat.
Now if you'll excuse me I need to go buy that hair dye and limes.