Me, at a sailor-themed party not dressed up because I’m lazy. But I did do my nails. See…

What I wore to a black, white and red-themed bridal shower. Seriously, what is with my friends and theme parties? (Old Navy top, H&M skirt, Jeffrey Campbell flats, Target tights)

I went to see my boyfriend Michael Fassbender in Shame. HUGE PENIS!!! (thrifted top and sweater, Target tights and boots, hair courtesy of the rain)

What I wore for a slut-themed night on the town. JK. (Jessica Simpson dress, H&M heels)

You know, I was thinking: “Why do I even blog anymore?” My outfits are so weird and uninspiring. Nothing here is ever consistent. I’m either going to work and have to be dressed conservatively or I’m out and looking like a wreck or just plain ol’ slutty showing off my boobs and legs (which I personally love). Eh. It’s still fun to take outfit photos though even if no one cares because I really do it for myself. I’m like, damn girl you look fucking cute. Because as my mother always says, “If you don’t tell yourself you look good, who will?”