I just feel so fashionable in this city.
Sunglasses: Dollar Store, $1.00
Jacket: Ross, FULL PRICE, like $12.99 or something, way higher than I would normally pay, but I needed it to play Ronnie Dice D, and it was perfect. And last minute. I wear it all the time. I've been wearing it for like 3 or 4 years now, way before Trevor Skies was ever wearing his. And, just for the record, I don't need all the fancy, shiny shit to make a statement. I mean, Trevor's great and all, I'm just saying. Typical dude in the animal kingdom having to be all flashy to get attention to procreate, while a bitch just do it softly. Anyways. . . And yes, I AM AWARE I took a vote at This Week Sucks Tonight! and you all said Trevor wore it better, but whatevs. I'll still be wearing mine. (Ooh, and come see me and Trevor's comedy doowap routine, it'll knock your socks off!!! Dooh-waah dooh-waah!!)
Pajamas: Hand-me-down from Mom, $0.00. "Hand-drawn" stick cartoons of blue cats and dogs living together harmoniously, with plenty of homes to go around. It's a beautiful sentiment.
Underwear: Yes. Target 2012, whatever my dad paid for the 8 pack (I was in San Francisco having a hard time at the time).
Socks: Target Clearance rack, last year I think, wait no, the year before, no more than $1.25, or whatever cent increment their pricing system is. Reminds me of a ski lodge. In the 80s. Like Wham's Last Christmas.
In Case You Were Wondering . . .
Sometimes Ronnie D writes funny stuff. Sometimes she writes desperate teenage prose. Most times she just slams her feeble, little woman-hand onto the keyboard in an attempt to feel something, anything.