Happy Valentine's Day from some Victoria's Secret cult bunker...

Um...you guys? Is anyone else scared?  

I went to the site to replace some basic lingerie I don't have to think about when I get dressed for work, stuff I can just put on and know for sure there'll be no lace, seams, or wonky padding disrupting my ensemble. (And, admittedly, MAYBE some special-interest items for down the line...)

But I don't think I can spend money there now. That's troubling. 

I'm not just being an asshole -- this photo LEGIT looks like that woman did not sign up for this.

Victoria's Secret is that she's always cold.

As if we needed more proof of what a classy lady I am, I pulled my bra strap away from my back because it was itching, and ended up putting my finger through the fabric.

I mean, it's like you can't rely on a 5-year-old bra anymore. What CAN I believe in, Universe?

Right, then. Shopping. 

Also, this is totally how I roll when I wear flannel pajamas. Victoria's Secret gets me.

Bright side of mall errands...