you belong with me.

those homos need to CUT. THE. SHIT.

this is the billionth time this year that i've had a fashion/accessory/bag epiphany,

i get this vision in my head of the PERFECT item and commence searching;

then while i'm scouring all my favorite sites i find it!

whatever i'm looking for, 

EXACTLY as i imagined it.

but it's ALWAYS d&g,

and is therefore about 1.5 million dollars.

damn those queers and their exquisite design aesthetic!

i need to get my happy ass on a game show or something.

maybe deal or no deal so i can lick my knuckles right before that germ-a-phoebe mandell fist bumps me.

i do NOT fist bump,

unless i get something out of it.

can't get my mind off of you.

1) i have my first "appointment to make-out" with someone, 

which is strange-exciting-weird-crazy-terrible-electrifying.

2) i love topman.

3) you knew that already, but i refuse to stop telling you about it or

4) showing what i buy each time.

5) did i mention i'm going back to SAN FRANCISCO 

(only for four days, BUT STILL)

6) i'm throwing in something i bought at forever21,

question: can purchases be practical and COMPLETELY ridiculous at the same time?

answer: in this instance, fuck yes they can.

p.s.

the reason i love those leggings is two fold.

a. just look at them

and b. wearing them (around my house) is like being naked, with less penis.

p.p.s.

don't worry jenny, 

that jacket is 100% polyurethane

p.p.p.s.

don't worry everyone else,

that's not as weird-awful as it sounds.