Impulses.

So, I'm starting to realize that, 

the more I plan out what to wear, the less I enjoy getting dressed. 

Me moi mio. Wearing: shirt: thrifted, pants: UO (similar) (similar) (similar), boots: Lucky Brand, sunglasses: UO (similar) (what I wish I was wearing), earrings: Atomik Bomb via Shoo (similar)

In fact, it's actually gotten to the point where I now intentionally leave myself under five minutes of prep time before leaving in order to spark some sort of adrenaline-fueled sense of style.

True, this strategy may appear remarkably similar to what others might refer to as "procrastination", but I like to think of it instead as a sort of disciplined attempt to inspire that which seems to elude my over-analytical mind

Unfortunately (or fortunately), this little habit then tends to result in another strange wardrobe routine - one to which I fondly ascribe the title of "dressing on the fly". 

Again, if we're going to be all glass-half-empty about it, this might be equivalent to say, the style aesthetic of a homeless person. But I prefer to view it in a more artistic light - as an innovative solution to the uncomfortable feeling that arises when you find yourself stranded on a street corner in an outfit you no longer desire to inhabit 

(also, coincidentally, a euphemism for prostitution).

This tends to happen a lot when you get dressed in 45 seconds. 

My point? Above shirt stems from the impulsivity fueled by one of last week's much too feminine ensembles and fed by the scissors of one very confused cashier. 

The earrings? Impulse buy #2. 

check out sk8er boyz in rear. hel-ahhrious.

 I might as well have left the house naked.

Cheers.