I am going to be that douche who shows you their week on Instagram because, well, Blue Bell came back and I liked my outfits.
Houston was mysteriously cool and gloomy last Friday, so I took advantage and threw on a sweater. I hate me, too.
Blue Bell came back on Monday, and so did my cardigans apparently. Still wishing for fall.
Wearing black, blue and white to match the stormy sky. Or it could have just been a coincidence.
My croissant-breasted self hung out with a coworker and her manfriend at Neil’s Bahr, which I had surprisingly never visited. We missed out on the karaoke and instead watched people
compare dick sizes show off their cars at a bar nearby and ate Chinese from a food truck. Solid night.
I came home to find that the BABYMETAL Funko Pop shirt I ordered was way too big, but at least it came with this cute little Su-metal. She is proudly kitsune-ing at me on my desk.
Friday: Tacos and new shoes. I bought these darling Zara booties for $10 on Poshmark. I check this damn app every day and add stuff to my “Likes” list during my commute to work. It’s so addicting. They’re not even paying me to say that, I just freaking love it.