bam.

doo do do doooooo. (read to the tune of opening music. like that bugle sound. you know what i'm talking about)

my new favorite things. oh, and as usual, sorry for the pouty faces but i'm pretty sure everything looks 10% cooler when i'm not smiling.


my new best sweatshirt. it's so lovely in it's boringness. i love saying lovely. it sounds so. lovely, i guess. and i think you can never go wrong with horizontal stripes. i'll probably change my mind later but for now it was 5 dollars and i'm happy.

there's not really anything exciting to say about this. just another gem to add to my collections of XL dirty t-shirts that may be worn with or without pants. AND. it goes perfectly with my treasured collection of fake motorcycle tattoos. great.

6 minutes before i bought these shorts, i was thinking how much i hated high-waisted pants and that i would never be caught dead in a high waist again. a fashion faux paux, if you will. (i have no idea if i used that term correctly, according to wikipedia, i did not. whatevaaa) anywayssss, then i walked into metropolis and bought high-waisted shorts. i'm a hypocrite.

this is my new fave because it is leopard print and can be put in the category "gross 90s" which apparently is what i am gravitating to recently. i feel like it's one of those shirts that a cool mom would wear to her child's school picnic. also it ties on the sleeves which i am sort of against but trying to embrace so i can just let the shirt be who it is. the only thing that would make this more desirable is a snap crotch. very 1994 trendy mom. love it.

for my 21st birthday, we went to a line dancing bar in st. louis. we all wore flannels. i may or may not have been wearing cowboy boots. apparently line dancing is not a joke and flannels and boots are not appropriate. the regulars line danced like pros in jeans and tees, we attempted to line dance in ridiculous costumes. we were terrible and we looked like idiots. it was the best birthday. this shirt would have been perfection.

someone tried tricking me out of buying this. she said she had tried it on and the zipper was broken and that i should put it back. and then she loitered waiting for me to release the goods. sorry for her but i cannot be fooled. especially when dealing with sequined shoulderpads and beaded fringe. not a chance. i went in the dressing room and ZPPPPPP.. zipped perfectly. in your face, sequin stealer. and it was 20 dollars. boooyaaa. my closet is exploding sequin costumes these days and i am thrilled.

k thanks love ya byeee.