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If I could, I'd probably wear the same thing everyday, really.
Black jeans, Harley boots, a plain shirt... then let my accessories and jacket choice do the talking.
It's true, the above is an almost totally-accurate representation of my day-to-day... except the days when I dress exclusively in my boyfriend's hoodies and shirts, but I try not to go outside on those days.
And anyway, I guess there's no fun in wearing the same thing every day...
But what is fun, however, is revisiting my favourite place in my neighbourhood... a hidden cactus garden, where, by the looks of things, suburban burnouts go to drink whiskey and I go to soak up sun and check out the prickly pears.