We fear that Miss Julianne is in a post-Seacrest funk, if you can believe such a thing even exists. But the evidence is undeniable.
Julianne Hough goes shopping at Armadi Carpet in West Hollywood, California.
Okay, we get it; you’re shopping, it’s cazh. But sweetie, it’s also California in July and you’re a little blonde starlet getting her picture taken. Maybe something a little less the color of chronic depression, hmmm? And hey, here’s a fun idea for the newly single gal: invite over a bunch of girls and gays and have them vote on whether they think a heavy pair of booties should be paired with a flimsy little minidress. Fun! Add wine! And cupcakes! We bet you’ll be surprised by their answers!
Okay, all that sarcasm is making our faces hurt. On to the next:
Julianne Hough seen shopping in Beverly Hills.
WHAT THE FLYING FUCK YOU’VE ADDED FRINGE TO YOUR UGLY ASS SHOES NOW. Time for tough love.
Girl. Pull yourself together. You think you’re the only who wasted their time on a closet case? PLEASE. And don’t even front on this one, sweetie. You are NOT wearing happy clothes right now. Hell, you’re not even drinking happy things right now. Snap out of it. Wear something short, sparkly, and colorful. Get a pedi. Grow out the Hillary Clinton hair. Drink something bad for you. Eat ice cream. Your pretend gay uncles know what you need.
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