Dress - Mystic (similar)
Ring - Ruche
Earrings - F21
Shoes - Payless
Sometimes I look around my neighborhood, shake my head, and think,"I live in a psychiatric community." Take a walk with me:
There's the shaking of my house because of you know what. And the crazy couple that has occasional loud arguments - always at 1-3 am in the morning - and he throws her out of the house each time. We have the requisite lecherous older man who seems to think no woman is off limits. Then the couple with the dog who decorate their house like the holiday threw up on them *I love these guys by the way*
The guys who turn their backyard into one big party place with bonfires and torches every year. Oh, and the house where the children are always naked. There's the small apartment building where they all seem to be related...sort of creeped out by that. And the house with the two dogs that bark like they're on doggie steroids. One of whom is also dipping into a stash of helium, I'm convinced.
We also see the guy who refers to Drake *all ten pounds of him* as "Killer" and not ironically. There's the lady with the dog who always wants to tear your throat out. The man who fishes in our local pond daily at 8am. And a guy who spends his day standing on his front lawn *I have no idea why*
I'm not sure if I'm the straight man out, or if there's something I'm just not seeing and these are really my peeps, you know?
Maybe I'm the crazy woman who takes pictures of herself.