Don't sweat it. Or do. But not really. What?

Isn't Sunday supposed to be a day of rest? That means sweats, right?

Today I went for a kinda weird combo of almost-see-through sweat pants, Nike socks and high heeled booties (yes, today I am tall. I know). I can never figure out what shirt to wear with these DKNY pants, but eventually decided to go with a Jawbreaking top that my sister bought for me a little while back.

And then I had to try and copy my shirt with my own face, because that's just what you do when there's a face on your shirt.