We keep it chilly in my apartment at night, so I receive a rude awakening every morning when I step outside to walk the dog and I am slapped across the face by Houston’s slimy heat. I spend the brief moments before entering my hell thinking, “Maybe I’ll wear pants today,” which quickly turns into, “I am ready for death.”
Skirts and t-shirts are the only outfit that keep me from packing my bags and moving to Greenland. Imagine the photos though. Hm.
All AE. I swear I’m not sponsored, I just live at that store.
This is my, “people are walking by and I feel like an idiot so I’m going to pretend to adjust the settings” face.