Sep. 8, 2009 at 5:48pm
On Sunday, Gabe and I biked to The Yard for music and a lot of PBR’s. I sported horribly cut jean shorts, a flannel, floral-printed knock-off Keds, and red lipstick. The next morning I met Jess at Café Orlin for huevos rancheros and girl talk. I didn’t brush my hair, and wore black leggings, my ex-boyfriend’s grade school baseball jersey, and 3 year-old flip flops from Target that are literally disintegrating. After eating we went to see September Issue. Halfway through the movie I had to get up, step outside, hold my head in my hands, and buy a bottle of water. I think my sudden inability to breath was a combination of a delayed hangover, and the realization that my sense of fashion is totally out of wack.

On Sunday, Gabe and I biked to The Yard for music and a lot of PBR’s. I sported horribly cut jean shorts, a flannel, floral-printed knock-off Keds, and red lipstick. The next morning I met Jess at Café Orlin for huevos rancheros and girl talk. I didn’t brush my hair, and wore black leggings, my ex-boyfriend’s grade school baseball jersey, and 3 year-old flip flops from Target that are literally disintegrating.

After eating we went to see September Issue. Halfway through the movie I had to get up, step outside, hold my head in my hands, and buy a bottle of water. I think my sudden inability to breath was a combination of a delayed hangover, and the realization that my sense of fashion is totally out of wack.