DEAR DIARY: WE’RE ON A ROOF

Dear Diary,

We went up to the top of a parking structure and took photos of each other for fun. This is our real life. And we’re ridiculous. We know.

No, yeah. We know.

Maybe it’s the fact that we’re running on a small amount of sleep or maybe it’s the disastrous effects of our “wine, wine, MORE WINE” hangover (THE WORST), but, we’re really happy; this is what we do for fun. Slash, it’s also what we do when Chris shatters his phone, cries (actually, no, “bawls”), and we’re forced to wait an hour for an Apple Genius appointment. So… they’re essentially the same thing.

Regardless, we’ve been doing this thing where we dress from our “gut” more often, think less and have more fun with what we wear: meaning, Brock wanted to be a cozykins and probably definitely eat pizza in a Nephews sweatshirt while watching How To Get Away With Murder (RUINED by Chris’s shattered phone escapade), while Chris also wanted to eat pizza, but was wanting to feel all macho in a camo jacket.

So macho.

Is camo even on trend?

 

Speak with your gut. Dress from your gut. And now we’re just really hungry. So hungry. Pizza.

<3 B+C