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x_losAUGH. If I have to wear the brown sequined Mexican jacket because I can't find the black Spanish bolero jacket, and it throws off the whole primary color scheme of this outfit and kills the 50s pop overtones, I will scream. I'm mad I even need a jacket (cry the beloved ruined silhouette), but that second button down keeps popping open, and that skirts the edge of indecency: I seem to have brought too much Breast to this shirt/party.
I /guess/ I can wear the black silk bomber jacket, but fuck.
MY BOURGEOIS ANGST, LET ME SHOW U IT.
*EDIT: OH MY GOD, DO YOU KNOW I DIDN'T REALIZE I WAS ASKING FERGIE'S IMMORTAL QUESTION, 'WHATCHA GONNA DO WITH ALL THAT BREAST, ALL THAT BREAST INSIDE YOUR SHIRT?'? LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE ZEITGEIST LIVES IN MEEEEEEE*
I /guess/ I can wear the black silk bomber jacket, but fuck.
MY BOURGEOIS ANGST, LET ME SHOW U IT.
*EDIT: OH MY GOD, DO YOU KNOW I DIDN'T REALIZE I WAS ASKING FERGIE'S IMMORTAL QUESTION, 'WHATCHA GONNA DO WITH ALL THAT BREAST, ALL THAT BREAST INSIDE YOUR SHIRT?'? LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE ZEITGEIST LIVES IN MEEEEEEE*
