Thursday, January 28, 2010

I don't have your number

An evil spirit who lives in my phone decided to not only delete all the numbers out of it, but to also make it so that the screen is only on the camera function (it happened when I was trying to National Geographic some heavy nerds PDA-ing wickedly during a live band--double whammy cos I didn't get the pic).

So send me your numbers or call me or something. I seriously have no numbers. The only person's I know is Drew's cos I know it by heart from back in the landline days!

Even if I don't know you send me yr # cos I love talking on the phone.

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

So much stuff always!!!

I have decided to post pictures of everything I buy from now on. 99% of it is thrifted, and I want to show how I go from something like this

to this:

(This dress didn't start out as the green one above, it started as a disgusting, chintzy Kelly Bundy prom dress, some curtains (seriously), a few vintage nightgowns, and old earrings. Oh and a tapestry.)

Well here's all the shit I bought yesterday (and a few things from the week like records, and two special items I will discuss as well).

unfortunately this one will have to serve only as kitchy eye candy cos listening to it is absolute murder. I tried.

Ditto on this one, Strawberry Shortcake

This however is a real gem. Listened to it all morning. Only thought about Ethan Hawke once too.

The following is from Indiana Thrifting

ESCADA must be said ONLY in a Columbian drug-lord voice. esssCA-DA. What a lovely surprise these beauties are. The heel is semi-barf, but I'm not one to care.

4,895 flannels that all look the same are not enough! I need MORE!

Yes, this is ugly as balls. But I am going to throw red paint and spraypaint all over it so its not so Ghost World. Check it when worn with a Babes in Toyland shirt though, PRIMO! (Yes Babes shirt is OG 90's, not thrifted! Boo-Jah)

Super normal style

Will probably wear this sweatshirt

w/ the paint-covered fur coat while listening to this bad-boy on my Spotrs Walkman (yellow), no big Deeskie.

This one was supposed to be a gift, but BRUNO T of Los Angeles California won't send me his address. Guess I'll have to keep it, oh darn.

This isn't totes my style, but it looks cool I think.

Wouldn't this be better if it said "Raisin HELL in the fast lane"? Good thing theres such a thing as a sharpie.

Yes this is an ugly sack of piss, but when I'm done with it it will be a glamourous masterwork.

Forever 21. I'll never be able to resist their fake leathers!

So these are the big deals:
Anyone who used to read my incredible power-house of a myspace blog knows how retardedly OBSESSED I was about getting a genuine Balenciaga City bag, specifically from the early '00s. Yes, I said WAS obsessed cos I got that bitch motherfucker. Its called saving money, which I never have done before. Its VERY satisfying dudes!

And a new wintercoat, which for a bum ass dirtbag like myself who switches betwix a butch Carhart and tattered hobo-esque leathers that I've had for 10 years, will be nice to have something I don't feel like a total hose in, although I don't know who I need to impress now that I think about it. In any event, my BF has the same Carhart as me and we don't need to always be twinzies. We look enough alike as it is. Hahaha.

Theres prob typos like crazy in this post but I gotta piss like a R and I got to go to work!!! LAME NUGGS.


Tuesday, January 26, 2010

This song is killing me right now

I don't think I know how to blog anymore


Look at these fuckers, aren't they hilarious?

This type of landscaping is old hat for Chicago, and I grew up here so I should be used to it, but I swear, I'm not.

Is this the equivalent to one of those cones they put around dog's heads when they get stitches?


To complete the most unorganized blog entry in the world, here are some looks I am jealous of

Balmain. Yes, the jacket borders on Bam Margera. Yes, it could be embarrassing. But to be human is to be permanently embarrassing, so WHATEVER dude.

So sick.

OMG, I know why I wanted to write! GOD! I don't know if anyone watches Teen Mom, but ok. I am obsessed with the couple who gave up their baby for adoption. WHERE TO EVEN BEGIN! What about how the girl's mother (who is an insane clown) MARRIED the boy's dad, "Butch", also a major insane clown. Butch looks like a caricature of a white trash tweaker, but he's a real guy who is actually like that. He has a mullet that grazes the top of his bone-y buttcheeks, a handlebar moustache, jail neck tatt that is GRIZZLED, and weighs about 14 pounds. ANYWAY. The teen couple (who I am charmed by, I'm sorry, the kid is the most earnest, sweet mini-wigg. They are both CONSTANTLY talking about their feelings in such an open, mature way, its kind of crazy--I'm being serious). SO. On the season finale he proposed to her and I burst into tears, and the reason I did was because he did it at a "fancy" restaurant (sad), and when the camera pulled away immediately after the proposal, you could see that he had ordered a burger and french fries and it looked like it was from Denny's. Isn't that sad? I'm not kidding, it like really made me sad in this very specific way that I don't think I can actually describe. Do you know what I mean?

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

I feel like a butt

I have not blogged in a billion years cos I have been super winona ryder in reality bites when she lays on the couch all day chainsmoking and talking to a psychic except replace chainsmoking with eating Frangos and the psychic with episode after episode of Millionare Matchmaker, all of which I've seen 5,000 times already. Bell to the Jar.
I feel better today though, thanks.
Anyway, just wanted to say hi. I will be posting some new stuff soon.

Friday, January 1, 2010

Happy New Year Bitches! (Read in Andy Dick's voice)

This new years eve I got off work and read Shibumi on the bus. Then I watched Zandalee with Simon, walked home in the freezing tundra, saw a wasted teenager, gave them a dirty look, cleaned the bathroom and listened to classic rock on THE RADIO.
Its going to be a good year.