Friday, January 24, 2014

When Life Hands You A Twerk Shirt... buy it.

And by "life" I mean H&M.

Sometimes you just find yourself in the mall on a Friday night after a looong week surrounded by high school kids slurping their slushies before their parents pick them up (those were the days), and it puts you in a weird place/frame of mind. 
This can evolve into spontaneous and idiotic purchases.

This entire post is dedicated to the fact that I now own this:

(lol at my staging techniques to draw the eye away from the fact that my shirt has the word 'twerk' on it)
(Also, not cropped, just folded. Why commit two evils at once?)

There's not much to say other than I've already worn and subsequently fell in love with it.
Ugh. My bad.


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