It's An Outfit, Duh

I never shop for "outfits", I shop with pure A.D.D. I grab what I like, purchase it, and pray it matches something I have at home. It's as if I black out as soon as I walk through the store front. I'm seeking help. But anyways, clearly the other day at the mall my inner self was determined to buy the perfect summer concert outfit. I'm patting myself on the back. You go (Glenn) coco. Mean girls, anyone?

It's a bird it's a plane

It's Jack the Ripper?

Everything about this screams death, sadness, bird funeral, mourning...basically anything other than chic fur coat. Coco can't even. 

Waiting

Coco doesn't wait in lines. Coco needs coffee now