Being a girl isn't always sunshine and rainbows. In fact, a lot of the time, it's dark and cloudy thunderstorms that make you feel like your apartment is going to flood, and let's be honest, we all know that you don't have renter's insurance. What's a girl to do? Quit. Abort mission. Do not pass go, do not collect $200.
Here are some ladies who called it a day when the rain came.
In fact, I'm starting to wonder if she slept with her hairstylist's boyfriend or something. This looks more like revenge than an honest attempt at a job well done.
Here's an idea, throw an accent on the E or one of the O's or something, and just tell people it's foreign. No one will question you out of fear of looking uncouth.
Hopefully you run faster than you think, because if you're as slow as laying in the sun with holey leggings would suggest, you're not gonna be getting that heart rate up at all.
You can come hang out with me, I treat trolling dudes like an Olympic sport. We can make a day of it.
Black is typically the color of choice when committing a felony, but this girl is having none of that. Gotta bring that Burberry bag so the dude she's visiting knows that he didn't lose some basic bitch.
Chinese food makes everything better, and baths are already pretty great to begin with, so I can't think of a better way to end a sucky day than this.
I can't think of anything that would make me say "Eff today" more than this. Someone wake this poor girl up before her next stop is I-Hate-Myself Town.
I think it's a sign that your day should come to an end if your relaxing spa treatment turns into a terrifying Gargoyle makeover.
And if we're referring to plastic lids as "nice things," then you know that the bar is already pretty low to begin with.
Hopefully she Penny-wised up and washed her face before she went out. Scaring children is the opposite of what you're supposed to do around the holidays.
Time to call it a day, because it doesn't look like you're getting any further with this one. At least now you have an excuse to take off those shoes that we both know are killing your feet.
And when there isn't a polite way to decline someone's advances, go out of your way to make it super apparent that you're not interested to really drive home the point.
I imagine whether or not he gave her a slice of cake is dependent on how much she got out of the judge. Personally, I'd prefer the cake. This is why I'm single.
Boyfriend? Father? BFF? Not gonna happen, but when Mom says it's time to go, you better believe you're leaving the house looking like you have split personalities.
How do you accidentally shave off both? What were you trying to even shave up there, your forehead? I have so many questions.
I could be wearing $200 running shoes that I purchased at a store with clouds on the sign, and you know what? I'm still gonna complain about my shoes. You know why? Because I'm lazy and always wish I was sitting down.
