That’s right, I cut that shit right out of the magazine and created:
I basically cut out cute outfits and staple them in a book. I know I’m a crazy genius. I then house the book on the floor next to that one velcro roller and reference it in the morning. As I see the hotness in magazines that my brain can’t imagine, I will put it in the book. Are you dying? B totes was when he came upstairs and said what a great idea that was. At least that’s how I interpret, You’ve lost your mind.
So yes, I’m bored. Who has time for this shit besides me and who even cares that much? I wonder if I will care when I actually have a baby. Like will I still be standing on toilets taking my picture in platform heels? If you say absolutely not, you probably don’t know me. Appearance is all I care about.
I’m leaving you with that thought.