I always mean to place a clever comment here. I never do.

Bear with me.

what else would she be wearing?
 
I know what you're thinking
...nothing

Just got me a real nice UO giftcard for Jesus day and their Jesus shirt is already sold out. Big ole poo.

Also,
I hope y'all got decent guys/gals. I've let a boy be uncool for a portion of my teen life. Put up with enough. It wasn't even a traditional relationship.
 

 

 
Not like he kissed my mouth or nothin (wow I said that out loud oops). He was a coward. But I loved him. pAtHeTiC. I'm reading Whip It so nothing is all that bad though. ;)
 
Signs that it'll be fine (a tad lonesome but fine):
My loyal phone of two years randomly passed out and did not regain consciousness today. It's gone. I couldn't help but wonder if somebody out there wanted to make sure I didn't go through old talks/voicemails/songs he played for me. Or better yet feel tempted to speak with him.
THEN I took out the trash and stumbled upon a very smashed ipod nano in our gravel driveway that he lost a month ago. Obvie it means he's crushed too or karma's a b**** or that same person that killed my phone is saying "he'll get his". Either way I got a big laugh out of it. And I posted a pic of it on his fb. No response. HEHE.
 
I feel fine with this childish journal entry because no one reads em anyway. And I don't have a diary. So it was bound to happen. Releasing on a fashion blog...time for bed.

I don know. I can't seem to get anything done lately. Painting. Studying. Reading. Cleaning. Not sleeping. So I do this to make myself feel accomplished.

I'd consider wearing this. I think it's too fancy.

Last Thursday a grand opportunity presented itself. Jeff Mangum of Neutral Milk Hotel came to the Kentucky Theatre guys. He was number one on my list of people I wished but knew I would never see. Jefferson Mangum, plus his new voluminous beard, were in the same room as I. Along with Julian Koster and his saw. My God that place was somethin else. Historic heaven. I had the best Coke of my life there, it had this great artificial vanilla stuff in it. The Music Tapes opened for Jeff. They belong in a Wes Anderson film and Julian is what happiness looks like. After a drunken fight of sorts went down and the set ended, out came the humble genius. He was so intensely fixated on getting every marvelous word out and making eye contact with all of us that he didn't blink/change facial expressions/come up for air until the end of each song (he smiled after every time omg). We all got to run up to the stage and belt with him. I can't tell you how beautiful that night was. I promise you I'm still emotionally drained. We aren't supposed to miss people we don't know, but god damn I miss him already.
 
What a guy. :'')

Damn censors though.

Just a few of my favorites spending some time together.

Less is more today. No distractions!