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4.20.2009

"turning us into fire, turning us into monsters, it's all desire, it's all desire, it's all desire"












here are a few things I've purchases recently. so I'm assuming this would be one of those "recent purchases" posts? am I doing it alright so far, I'm so concerned

seriously, if you've gotten this far and not realized I'm the most sarcastic person this side of the Mississippi, turn back now. that part wasn't as much.

so I got this United Arrows jacket from Lulu and googled it the second I felt how freaking soft it is, the version of this without sleeves is fuzuckin $700 for serious.

needless to say, I got a fantastic deal. what now

how you like teh poladriods? the actual pictures were better, but this is kewler. which I'm told is not a word, but I refuse to give it up. my face-stomping friend Stompface (I'm all into redundancy, which is to say needless, tautological, pleonastic or superfluous text, by which one repeats, in duplication, the same, identical, aforesaid things over and over and over and over again, tonight. I've reread Uncyclopedia's 'article' on redundancy. again. trouble always follows) showed me how teh poladroids put smudgy fingerprints on for you! this is my most favorite thing of this second.

WAIT. where are my smudgy goodness-es? damn. I had such hope. second over.

so here's the condom box in the first pic. you see that big-ass box in the pic below that you would expect to find a toaster in if it were shipped to you? yeah, that's what it came in. had a friend over the day it came and we laughed at that irony for hours. talk about pipe dreams.

the white blazer, which is epic, is from Camille, and the denim bustier (by which I mean, holy fuck, I didn't realize such epicness was manufactured, ya know? this means I can buy it for my very own!) is from The Stylish Wanderer. I've been a bit busy on the spending like someone between jobs shouldn't be spendin. oh well.

the last pic is of my closet, which isn't actually a closet, but a clothes-rack, and don't pity me, but I freaking love it. every person that I tell that face-to-face just sighs and looks at me like "oh you poor thing" while I'm like, but no! I live in the basement and have concrete floors and it's awesome! which honestly, doesn't convince them of anything I'd like them to think.

promise to do the "satisfied customer" posts for all very soon, I'm nearly done with teh research paper and I will soon be available for, um, blogging that actually takes energy. fancy that.