I am enjoying Good Friday minus a boyfriend, plus unshared chocolate and a semi-watched DVD marathon of fashion related fodder playing in the background so I don't feel so lonerville.
I ENJOYED Good Friday when I was dressed in a tee, leggings and snuggle sack with THE warmest chenille socks on and my hair in some twisted mess held precariously in place with a dollarstore jaw clip.
I am now un-enjoying Good Friday as I got a call an hour ago that I would need to pick up AWOL boyfriend from diving his trip. Translation? Leaving the snuggly cocoon I've created and venturing in public.
[wearing: thrifted tassle cardi, minkpink tank, diva headband and rings, jeanswest houlihans, studded chucks]
He fully ruined my mooching. Mooch ruiner! Consider my mooch officially RUINED!