31 7 / 2012
My poor little sister is so patient with me. She has a really strong understanding of how female humans ought to dress, while I tend to slap on a TeeFury shirt and hopefully remember to put pants on.
I called her over to figure out what I can wear to her birthday trip to Vegas this weekend, and she very non-judgmentally broke the news to me that I do not own any clothing suitable for clubbing.
Five years ago, she would have derided me something awful, but these days she just goes with the flow of my ineptitude. She’s taking me to the mall tomorrow to ensure that I can present myself at my utmost smangable.
This weekend’s going to be a freaking ball.