-It has come to my attention that one of the only things that gets me out of bed in the morning is the thought that I'll be able to have a Diet Dew within a few short hours.
-It has also come to my attention that the above statement may be a bit unhealthy. Mentally and physically.
-Conversely, I haven't been late to work since I started this luring myself out of bed with thoughts of Diet Dew habit.
-All I'm saying is we humans do what we have to do. It isn't always pretty.
-I'm not really sure if the top I'm wearing today was meant to be a shirt or a dress. Ever have that?
-There seem to be a number of women who would consider it a dress, at least from what I've seen at nightclubs (not that I know what those are, mom).
-I personally don't consider any top that you can't comfortably bend over in without biker shorts underneath it to be a "dress." But what do I know. I'm wearing what I've decided to call a shress with cutoff jeans right now.
-It sort of looks like I didn't have time to fully change after ballet practice?
-Nope, it isn't cute.
-Also, I never took ballet, but I should have because my feet have freakishly high arches.
-Instead, I did marching band. Which I was clearly too preoccupied with to develop any sense of style at such a crucial style-forming time in my life.
-I mean, a shress? Really?
-These listing has become redundant and unnecessary. And so has this post.