I totally out-bitched a girl at Forever 21 today. I was scoping yet another of their fucking endless racks of clothing. Apparently homegirl had set a dress on the rack while she considered another (equally heinous, I’m sure) item. “Um, I put that dress there,” she warned me as I looked at items on the other side of the rack. I didn’t even think, but the next thing I knew I had said it: “Oh, I would never wear that.”

Let’s not talk about all of the feelings I’m having about being a twenty-six year old girl/woman/I don’t know who is still shopping at Forever 21. Props to y’all who do, and some people pull their shit off, but it depresses me endlessly. (For the record, I didn’t buy anything.)