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I can’t get no…

Wow. I haven’t been on this for a while! I just haven’t really had anything too epic to say, I guess. Because, you know, everything else on here is just epic. Alright. Enough. haha

Nylon is the greatest magazine in the WORLD
no, the UNIVERSE
and who knows what crazy magazines those extra-terrestrials are creating! imagine the possibilities! and then go to the store and buy Nylon because it’s much, much better.

These Chloe boots are the hottest:
http://www.nytimes.com/slideshow/2008/08/24/fashion/0824-PULSE_2.html
I think I should buy them! I mean, they would be an investment…I would wear them with everything…now I’m sounding like Isla Fisher on Shopaholic. Is that a bad thing?

Tweet tweet tweet

“Follow me on Twitter!” I’m sorry, but honestly, I could think of a little more interesting things to do than be updated on your daily schedule in five minute intervals. How pretensious does one truly have to be to want people to know what they’re doing all day every day? I’m not green with envy that you’re about to go eat at Olive Garden (which in my opinion is disgusting anyways.) And famous people - the disturbing stalkers you complain about - yeah, you’re just fueling their fire. Now they know even more about you than they would by watching vh1’s Top 100 Scanals of All Time.

In all honesty…why would this effect for a webcam ever be useful.

In all honesty…why would this effect for a webcam ever be useful.

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MAKES ME WANNA DAY-ANCE!

So this past saturday, I had the bright idea to take a venture down to the beach. And as I’m on the phone inviting my best friend, something dawned on me. (Actually, she told me.) I like the idea of the beach more than I actually like the beach. I mean, living on the coast of Texas, I should appreciate our outstanding (brown) water and all of it’s luminous glory, right? WRONG! I cannot stand being there for more than two hours. I mean, who wants to sit on a nasty, litter-ridden sand zone, getting particles blown into your eyelashes, all the while fearing the strike of a jellyfish? Not me.

So this past saturday, I had the bright idea to take a venture down to the beach. And as I’m on the phone inviting my best friend, something dawned on me. (Actually, she told me.) I like the idea of the beach more than I actually like the beach. I mean, living on the coast of Texas, I should appreciate our outstanding (brown) water and all of it’s luminous glory, right? WRONG! I cannot stand being there for more than two hours. I mean, who wants to sit on a nasty, litter-ridden sand zone, getting particles blown into your eyelashes, all the while fearing the strike of a jellyfish? Not me.

Lions and tigers and bears, oh my!

Today I have one question, and one question only:
Why in the world do people do such things to their hair? Why would they subject to such tomfoolery?

(I guess that’s two questions…)

This is highly disturbing to me. Highly. I think it even induced my gag reflex. Does this “girl” really believe she looks…good? Okay, you’re a scene-queen-original-hello-kitty-princess, we know, WE KNOW! Do you have to tease your hair up 8 inches to prove yourself? These people think they’re being original when all they’re doing is conforming to what they see online. You may have 8 million friends on myspace, but I think I’ll stick to the real world (where people don’t have fucking striped hair.)

PS - nice placement of the flower to hide your clip in extensions.

WHY?!!??!?!?!??!

And I still haven’t found what I’m looking for…

So today, my brother and I decided to make an excursion to Target to purchase a shaker for energy shakes (since the one we had was growing mold…no bueno.) As we walk in, we are greeted by friendly smiles of the Target employees, beckoning us into the bargain abyss. We stroll down the aisles, looking everywhere for this shaker we are in dire need of, but to no avail. They have the shakes and every other kind of kitchen material available, but alas, no shaker. Now, I am a big Target fan, but never have I entered their wonderland and not found what I need. Maybe one day my faith in Target will be restored. But for now, I hope to never experience such a travesty again.

You little hipsters, you

People talking about their hatred for popular music frankly just pisses me off. You cannot deny pop music. It is the foundations of our generation! Of all generations! I’m not saying I’m a total buff at pop, but come on, The Beatles were pop! And we all know how much you emo’s and hippie-wannabe’s love them with you’re LET IT BE and ALL YOU NEED IS LOVE. I mean, I love the indie shit and everything, but when people try to be all ”I listen to bands that don’t even exist yet” makes me want to sock them square in the talker. By denying pop music, you’re denying Paul McCartney. And you don’t want to end up like John Lennon!

Oh, PS - if you ever want to seem cooler than you really are, just say you listen to Sonic Youth and you’re basically in.