Dress: Thrifted Belt: Thrifted Shoes: Aero
When me and Matt were dating we used to joke about each other's x's. I knew he loved tattoo'd troubled girls and he knew I loved me some jocks. After all our x's have gone through, I figured that the least I could do was to give them a proper tribute.
A Proper Tribute to the X-men (get it?) of my life.
Dear face maker: I started dating you because I was so completely utterly rebounding from another guy. While our adventures were fun (and I'll never forget the time you gave me a potato as a present and then your friend ate it...raw) all quirky funny things must come to an end right?
Dear Mr. Whisper: You REALLY liked to whisper things in my ear and then breathe really hard and I'm still trying to figure out for the life of me why you did it....why?????
Dear Poopy: You are the only one that I have no problem with calling...a poopy head. Because you completely had me fooled. I shall not give a tribute to you but rather hawk a spit wad over my shoulder and say good riddance. You used me....and you were good at it...oh and I hate your dumb motorcycle.
Dear V: You impressed me by eating a piece of meat off of the ground....you were my very best friend.
Dear Donut Glaze: You were my very first childhood kiss and first crush. I have no idea where you are now but thanks for giving my little elementary girl self the heart pangs.
Dear crazy hair: I dated you in middle school and we were so immature that we never even spoke to each other while we were dating...and then you broke up with me. Touche.
Please oh please won't you give a tribute to one of your X's in the comment section!?