What a strange end to a completely surreal week. The journey ahead, once so sure and concrete, has now transformed into a rope bridge of sorts over a gaping, cavernous abyss. I exaggerate, as I often do, but I can feel my sanity slowly crumbling around me. As proof of this, last night I had the most vivid and twisted dream about roaches... but I will spare you the details.
Annie, as well, looked adorable. I love her army green tights, the hem of her peasant skirt, and the details of her denim jacket.
Stay fashionable, folks.