Happy Monday! Over the weekend I went out and wore this short dress paired with a denim vest and pumps. I thought it was cute, but I immediately regretted it as soon my nearly bare ass cheeks came in contact with the petri dish that was my seat on the train.
The only thing separating me from whatever disgusting disease left behind by some outbreak monkey was the thin cotton layer of my Victoria's Secret.
Fingers crossed Vickie's was built to combat biological warfare, because after all, it's NYC for heaven's sake. People here are walking around with all kinds of cooties, and my exposed backside was granting the little vermin easy access into my delicate immune system.
At least in the cooler months this isn't an issue, because surely the gonorrhea left behind by the slutty chick previously occupying the seat wouldn't be able to penetrate the forcefield that is denim.
However, this little lace number provided no such protection. So, if I go silent in a few days you'll know why.
Enjoy your day! Thanks for stopping by<3