Ya'll know what I'm going to do one day? Live through a horror movie. Seriously.
The zombie invasion/showdown with evil/masked psycho killer thing is
going to happen and I'll be the chick in the end. Sure I'll be covered in eleven kinds of
ickyness and my hair will be a mess but I'll be ALIVE.
How do I know I'll make it to the end?
Because I've been training for this my entire
life.
While most preteen girls were
watching John Hughes flicks, my childhood bestest and I were pouring over
Nightmare on Elm Street.
While most
ladies like to slip in a romantic comedy on date night, I drag my boy to the
bloodiest flick I can find (
Abraham Lincoln Vampire Hunter this month!
Squee!).
And I run like a beast.
Ya'll know what I'm not going to be wearing when you see me
walking up the road all by my lonesome after vanquishing the evil? These shoes.
Or this dress for that matter. But mostly just the shoes. I barely made it through the backyard to take
the pic without falling on my face. Not conducive
to horror movie survival. Not at all.
Dress: Cooperative via Urban Outfitters
Sweater: Loft
Shoes: Candies via Kohl's
