Last night's outfit. I was a bit inspired by the impeccable Pandora, though really I don't know what I'm inspired by anymore. For some time now I can never start off with a certain inspiration in mind. I've just been pulling shit out of my closet and it's like my mind goes blank and when I'm finally completely dressed it's then when I realize the square root variable of my what I was inspired from.

My birthday was fun, I have no pictures though (from the fresh bruises all over my legs that seemed like a good call) but these ones. You're just going to have to live with it, bitchez. Oh, and I've had Good Charlotte stuck in my head all morning GET IT OUT GET IT OUT GET IT OUT. I've been walking around my house screaming "I just wanna LIVE!" like it's my day job. A day job that constitutes slaughtering cute babies/puppies/kittens/anythingcute. So a bad one.

Scarf is vintage, sheer black top from H&M, black strapless dress from Forever 21, shoes from a local shoe store, tights from WalMart, and glasses are rims from a 3D movie. Broke people need to work with their resources.