You entered your local five below, hair however the fuck you want it and eyes whatever color yours fucking are. You are wearing what you are wearing, or nothing, blasting reflections from mulan. You're only buying one fucking thing, socks. you need a few new pairs, all your old ones are dirty dirty girls and have holes EVERYWHERE.
You skip to the sock section because you are a bad bitch, and behold the man himself, bo burnham.
