I really don't care. I mean, you know, everything's subjective. People go like: "Ooh I love the dress!" or "I don't like the dress!" And it's an open bitch face. As soon as you walk onto that red carpet, it's just a free-for-all. And I kind of thought like: "They're gonna bitch about me anyways, so I might as well give them something to bitch about." You know, the shoes (her mismatched shoes). "Was it a good idea?" Whatever, it doesn't matter. In a way, it's kind of been a relief, ya know? But if I die and when I get to heaven I'm wearing mismatched shoes they go like: "Uh uh!" You know, then I'll be proven wrong.
