shopping didn’t make it better:
I’m a little glum. Lately I’ve been keeping away from even looking in forever 21. And today, when I decide to venture in….the inventory is seriously disappointing. I used to love going inside, getting lost for hours, running into stylish girlfriends of mine and making the covert hand to the lips gesture signifying “you never saw me here.” But not today my sisters, not today. And what’s worse is that it looked as though the men’s selection was way hipper! What the fuck is that shiz all about? Oh well, at least we’ll have cuter clothes to borrow from the boys we’re making out with. (even though TECHNICALLY the dudes we sleep with should not even know what forever 21 is, and should only sport apc, American apparel, and MAYBE a touch of opening ceremony. but i said ‘making out with’, not ‘fucking’! so that leaves the spectrum wide open!) oh xx1! although it wasn’t your day….I haven’t given up on you yet! Or even you, heritage 1981! I’ll be back, I just hope you are too! WHOOPSIES UPDATE: I blogged too soon! I ended up finding an awesome pine green and black plaid flannel and a super cute spaghetti strapped billowy tank top. keep spending money at xxi! it’s all good!
