The finest accessories a dollar store can buy.
Alternatively: "Don't worry, we're from the internet."
I mean, nothing to do with her looks, I just can't adjust the gamma settings anymore after this influx of day-glo coloring.
Imagine how bad a comic convention smells. Now imagine how terrible most dance clubs smell when in full party mode. Now combine the two. You're welcome!
I know, I know, I have a hard time telling the difference myself.
And naps frequently. With her casual and relaxed attire, she's no doubt a low-maintenance, easy-going type of gal.
It's not even so much that raver gear surprises, shocks, or horrifies me any more. That's not what gets me. I'm just amazed that kids are still overloading their senses on questionable drugs and more questionable music on the weekends like we're still in 1998 Essex or something.