Wearing F21 tank dress, ASOS cardigan, vintage belt, H&M shoes, vintage bag
Enjoying the sun drenched side streets in San Jose this weekend on my way to a friend's house for UFC 118 (where Frankie Edgar defeated BJ Penn in the saddest, most heartbreaking way possible, and Randy Couture put a whole bunch of whoop ass on a doughy boxer who should have known what was coming to him). Ok I'm done geeking out now.
I drunkenly bought this tank dress on Friday during a post-happy hour Forever 21 run. It's basically an extra long glorified wife beater, which I love except for the fact that it's slightly see through in the rear region, necessitating a pair of black biker shorts to avoid looking like one of San Jose's Finest.*
Let's all have a fantastic week everybody!
*San Jose's Finest is an epithet assigned to anyone who looks like a ho in broad daylight, has a serious case of muffin tops, is blasting Trey Songz on her Samsung in Target, or cussing out a child that ends up being her own offspring. In no way do I mean to indicate that everyone in San Jose is this classless, just that there's an awful lot of them.