Small quarters with reflective walls lead to navel gazing, lunacy
Why did I start the thing about posting pictures of myself in different outfits again? I forget. Anyway, I’m going to do it some more. Every time I download my photos from my phone there are usually five or six orangey-red ones that pop up in the stream, me in an elevator, lookin’ TIGHT. Usually the elevator is empty when I take these shots. Usually.
I feel like this is a nice dichotomy here—very tasteful outfit, ridiculous face. I thought I only opened my mouth like that when I happened to get photographed while drinking, but here I go, proving that theory wrong.
Red pants continue to be a solid FTW, and ooh, look at me being so responsible with my rain slicker on. This is what it looks like to be an adult, folks. Feast your eyes. Also, (did I say this already? I think I did SORRY) I’m wearing my Michelle Obama Shirt! It makes me feel very presidential. I’m pretty sure when she wears it she calls it her Rachel Shirt.
Yeah, I did this in the public elevator. WHAT. I was trying to spice things up for you. You’re welcome. Also, this ensemble makes me think of Pebbles Flintstone. WILLLLMAAAAAA!!
Aaaaaand, I took my picture in the women’s restroom. This is officially getting out of hand. I blocked the toilet with my body, to classy up the shot, though!
Maybe I will just describe my outfits in great detail from now on, save myself a little humiliation. Or maybe I’ll do this again the next time I haven’t blogged in forever and need material. Probably that.