Well, I've been wearing the dress for exactly 12 hours now, and already it's seen quite a bit of action, including a house party and an airport. It has some pretty sizable tears in it, as well as an invisible orange juice stain and a cigarette burn. (Don't worry Mom, it wasn't my cigarette.) For now, the damage is novel. 29.5 days from now? At this rate, I'm wondering if the dress will even look like a dress anymore.
Sunday, April 6
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What, me worry?
I know it wasn't your cigarette.
The orange juice stain, however -
just like every other article of white clothing you ever put on, starting when you were...
and, oh yes -
MAZEL TOV, MY DARLING DAUGHTER!
you are truly brilliant!!! i love you Irina, your awesome!!!
i love you, lady. you looked beautiful yesterday.
Oh...I think that might have been my cigarette... Sorry!
:D I was the airpot!
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