Going dooooooown. party town.

On Saturday I really wanted friday chicken but, SURPRISE, there is no fucking fried chicken anywhere in williamsblurg.

SERIOUSLY?

So instead I went shorpping. Insteading of eating delicious, high cholesterol causing, heart-attack inducing, fried chickens, I smoosh smoshed my way to thriftin store. Well it actually isn't a thrift store, it's a vintage store.

DIFFERENCE.

And I bought some shirts(!) and shoes(.) The shoes are only a'ight.

Wow, I never realized how boring talking about shopping is.

so so sososososososos sosoo sosoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo