Jacket: Macy's shirt: thrifted jeans: thrifted sweater: swapped (Delia's) boots: Target 2010
Why is it that when junk falls out of your fridge it is the brightest most staining object in the whole thing. Let me level with you, I was thinking of what to make for dinner, and when I have such a poopy task at hand the best way to figure what to make is to open the fridge and stare at it blankly for at least fifteen minutes. It really helps if you sprawl out on the tile too, you know, just look up at it like it's the sun and it's blinding you. Yeah...it helps. I mean if that doesn't work nothing will right? right. So I went to go stare at the gaping hole of a fridge I have. And what happened when I opened it? None other than a bottle full of bright right chipotle peppers slopped all over my shoes (if that's not an omen that I shouldn't cook dinner I don't know what is). How rude you spicay little chipotles you.I mean really, couldn't it have been that plain rice sitting right next to you...or perhaps the pitcher of water. I mean what do you even use chipotle peppers for!!! Oh the irony! So it's a sign right? You're right I should never cook again. I just can't ignore the sign...because I mean once I ignored this sign that said the world was ending this year and then well we all know what happened after that...oh yeah nothing, okay that doesn't prove my point so well. Anyways, take-out has been decreed here in the McCammon land, and the fridge is moping over in the corner looking all forlorn and begging me to open it. Nottta chance you fridge full of trickery. Nottttaaa chance!