So instead of applying to jobs like a good girl I'm wasting my time watching Jersey Shore episodes that I've already seen, coordinating my closet by season... and huffing and puffing about the bridesmaid dress I'm gonna have to wear for labor day.
A couple months ago I get a call from my sister saying I can choose any dress under "Crinkle Chiffon" by Jenny Yoo. So obviously, I choose this one knowing I want to be the prettiest fucking bitch at the wedding and I want everybody to stare at me:
A couple months ago I get a call from my sister saying I can choose any dress under "Crinkle Chiffon" by Jenny Yoo. So obviously, I choose this one knowing I want to be the prettiest fucking bitch at the wedding and I want everybody to stare at me:
Imagine its train flowing in the wind and my hair back in a loose braided bun... with gold shoes, amazing earrings and a bare neck. The dress is perfect cause it's simple yet the details are amazing and its elegant and graceful and stunning... basically, the dress personifies myself.
I tell my sister I choose the dress and she says "no, I actually want all the bridesmaids to wear short dresses". WHAT????!!!!!!!!!! AM.... I ?!!! SUPPOSED ??? TO .. DO???
