Fashionista. NOT

So things are finally, finally set for the informal interview on Tuesday. I'm kind of excited, but kind of FREAKED out at the same time. Since K*'s car is kind of... Gone... We're meeting at a restaurant that was kind of like my second home when I lived with S*. Fuck my life. I was more than happy not even going back up to the Edgewater/Andersonville area (save trips to Women and Children First ) and dammit now I'm within

50 meters of absolute insanity and I have no idea whether I should joke it off and forget that she exists... Or wear sunglasses and a bomber hoodie.

In other news, I'm having a wardrobe crisis. What the hell do I wear to this completely informal interview that will still say "Hey you better not forget about me because this outfit rocked both of our tiny little worlds"?


I have this shirt I just bought:

Ultra Pleated Shirt

that looks so much better on me than this mannequin. I'll upload photos later ;)

And this one:

Ruffle Neck Top

Which  makes me feel like I'm going to a holiday party...  And I have an assortment of black. Pure black waves in my closet. I'm screwed, completely screwed lol and AM IN DESPERATE NEED of a fashion consultant.

I wish my gay best friend was fashion smart =(