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One month and eight days into suburbia, I am happy to report that I love it here. Yes, of course, I prefer city life, but DC isn’t that much of a hustle bustle, bursting-at-the-seams-with-creativity kind of city anyway, you know? Our house in the ‘burbs is just so much more comfortable, and I no longer have to bother with stupid city stuff, like trash pick up that doesn’t really pick up trash, or rats in our patio.
I do wonder, though, whether I fit in so well here. The moms here wear khakis and Tory Burch flats, Kate Spade diaper bags, and blow out their hair. Which I think is a great look, I wish I were that polished sometimes, but I’m more rag tag. Today, I am on Day 3 of a very comfortable but mismatching outfit consisting of a black maternity tank top, navy Rogan open sweatshirt with asymmetrical hems, heather grey leggings, and army green platform Pedro Garcia booties. And when I see pictures like this one here, my first thought is, “Nice tits.” Seriously, how nice are these boobs? One thing I miss about being young is wearing nipples as accessories.
So, wish me luck, you guys, I hope I don’t say anything inappropriate at my first playgroup meeting next week.
(Source: to-young)
