No school. No work. Lounging and shopping sounds about right.
I wear the shit out of that top. I’ve had it for a year and half and it is quite the little whore. The jacket was a gift from my parents for my job at the time. The skirt is on some other shit. I mean, I’ve had it for, like, I don’t know how long and I don’t even know (and neither does anyone else for that matter) where in the world it comes from. And it’s pretty worn and tattered like a hooka too. . .and so are the tights. . .WOW, MY CLOTHES ARE TRASHY! *The necklace is *my mama’s from the early 9o’s and the boots are my new ones! YAY!
and my other cat jackie makes an appearance!!!
p.s. sorry about the rumer willis chin i’m rockin. i love you ru, though.