I moved all the way to Los Angeles only to spend the majority of my time dreaming of my next trip to the desert. This is one reason why.
Me and my face-stuffing friend Ron were posted on Bad At Sports’ MDW Fair write-up.
For the record, I’m always sitting at that tiki bar, drunk. I considered it a performance piece.
I never had anyone teach me how to tie a tie.
My dad never wore them.
But I love ties. So I bought this one the other week and faster than I could type “how to tie a tie” in google, I already did it.
And I did it right. Because I’m awesome.
I’m dressed for a job interview after work, but I’m pretty sure I’ll end up rocking this look late into the drunken 4am bar dancing. It’s pouring rain, which blows because I want to wear a pencil skirt with my uber high black patent mary jane pumps.
I always feel like I look cute on nights when nobody sees me, so with my luck every friend I have will be “staying in” tonight.
On Monday I received some promotional crap thing in the mail from Kohls. I don’t shop at Kohls because everything they sell is absolutely hideous, overpriced, and looks like it would fall apart after a single wash. However, back a couple of years ago when the economy was better and I was making more money then I ever had in my life before, I remember stopping in a Kohls by my old apartment to try and find a birthday present for my mom and spending $200 on candles and cheap underwear (like $200 was nothing because I was making that much money so why not blow it on candles). I mostly bought these candles that smelled like my ex’s cologne (which was just… the best smell ever and looking back I should have just spent the $200 on a bottle of the cologne to wear myself but I’m stupid). for the longest time I remember calling them “__(insert his name here)__ candles” because I’m a total freak. This was not me unable to deal with a break-up, because I broke up with him. I just loved his smell.
So back to the mail I got the other day from Kohls. There was a $10 gift card attached. I figured I could find something cheap I may want (I didn’t need any candles because I still have some laying around… god I have problems). I went to Kohls, browsed rack after rack of hideous piece of crap clothing, went to the sunglasses, didn’t feel like paying $30 for Mudd brand sunglasses (are you kidding me? isn’t that like, a step above kmart brand? even H&M has cheap decent sunglasses for $6-$7). I finally got to the underwear, was horrified by everything I saw, until I found this little gem of a hot pink and white striped bandeau.
I’m super into neon this spring. I’ve been wearing nothing but black & white for over 3 years. It’s weird. But this ended up costing $7 so with my $10 gift card, it was free. That’s right, I walked out of a store with merchandise I didn’t pay for and I did it legally. I know you kids who have your parents still buy your shit don’t understand how exciting it is to get free clothes, but when you’re broke after college, you will.
So I made this stupid gif because I’ve been in a really bizarre mood lately. Enjoy.
(sorry for the tangent)
remember how I said I wanted this? well I got it last night. I couldn’t decide how to do the flowers so I stayed minimal for now. I’m going to go back and get more extending on the right side.
i always have that moment where despite loving a new tattoo, I freak out having my appearance altered. my arm piece seemed alien to me for months before it finally registered as just another part of my body. now I’d probably cry if I - somehow - didn’t have it anymore.
I think I need more tattoos. like, a lot more.
