Warning signs of depression...

Oh, Jess. Okay, I'm officially starting to feel sorry for you now. And perhaps that was your goal with this outfit:

Oversized cable-knit sweater, dinner-theater tablecloth skirt, hooker clogs. Riiiight. Okay, I take it we were feeling a bit schizophrenic, yes?

I do love your bag though. So I'll give you props for that - but ONLY that, Jess. The rest of the outfit I would like to run through a meat grinder.

Next time you're depressed because your little sister is now cuter than you and your hot ex-husband is whoring around Hollywood (Call me, Nick!) try some Prozac instead of having so much ice cream and vodka that you're reduced to borrowing Dad's sweater and grandma's tablecloth to run to the market.