I don't understand you. I don't understand what makes high-end fashion fashionable; nor will I ever understand what makes clearly malnourished women, with bodies resembling that of a 10 year old boy's, beautiful to you.
As I planted my (don't gasp too loudly) size 6 ass, which I should mention rests on a 5'1" frame, in my chair this morning, my boss handed me this:
I'm off to eat something, anything really, because that's all this magazine motivates me to do.
Sunday, August 21, 2011
When I get to heaven and you ask me, "Jita, why did you do that?", my response will be, "Because I was emotional, really missed you, and needed some therapy." My method of therapy just happened to involve a needle, not a Dr. You always were and always will be precious to me, and I carry you in my heart forever. I love you, Precious.
Posted by Delayed Common Sense at 9:05 PM
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
|Outfit Details: Blouse-gifted; Jacket-really old; Jeans-Macy's clearance ($6); and heels Charlotte Russe ($10)|
Heels, pearls & perfume,
Posted by Delayed Common Sense at 6:33 PM