So today I start my new job...

I got hired at Anthro. And today is my training day. And they told me I'm going to have to schedule an appointment with one of their personal shoppers "to get familiar with the store" i.e. to be told how to dress like an Anthrolite? Not sure, but I'm excited and nervous. I'm going to document my metamorphosis.

Using my shitty photobooth camera, because I do not have even an iPhone. And I also don't care about quality. Because this is just for Katie and Andrea and Alison, and the other beezez if you read the blog. pretty much :)








so far, this outfit --er, ENSEMBLE-- is sans accessories, besides the mary-janes. I'm thinking maybe just some silver earrings, bracelet, something like that. you can't really tell in the terrible photos, but the top has detail around the collar, black crochet stuff, and the red sash has print... so I'm doing some texture already. kind of. oh, i've got an awesome ring. that will be perfect.

OKAY WISH ME LUCK, BEEZEZ.

Oh, also...

I have had this site saved in my bookmarks as "OMG OMG OMG necklace" for months now. I feel like it's my little pet, and sometimes I just wander off to look at it and yearn for $94+s&h to make it mine...

Mmmmmmm want want

Ugh. So perfect.

I guess I'll just have to get crafty and make it myself for a Midsummer's Eve present, or some nonsense like that.

I blog when I want to make you SUPER JEALOUS:

Wait for it, wait for it....



Sendin' love...




but also talkin smack....



BAM



AND A KERBAM! muhfuckin Fryes from the eighties for a cool $38.

Also in this episode:


A BADASS CAPE FOR A BADASS SUPERHERO.


Hooded, so as to enhance my feminine mystique and nefarious nighttime escapades.


Can also be employed as a catalyst for cuteness.



Fills my heart to the brim. Sending you many loves from West coast to East.

++photos taken with shitty photobooth...
++boots and poncho/cape purchased at my place of employment: HWGA

I blog while I'm in class

Hello.

It's been a while.

I'm in the back row of Intro to Philosophy.

Instead of listening to MacIntyre damning unintelligible acts... I'm reading blogs. And dreaming about committing unintelligible acts.

Most of my unintelligible acts have always remained unintelligible (laying down on dry asphalt and pleading with the sky to cover me like a blanket. clamping onto your hand and telling secrets to your eyelids, in silence. ripping up all the grass and driving too fast around the curves to your house, crying into the open windows and fastening my stark-open gaze onto the horizon, gloweringly pastoral, praying to Oregon, praying to you, praying to my body, praying to this passage.)

But this term. This term I met someone to whom I am legible.

He disarms me.

I have never been so well read. I have never read so well.