PYLON, possibly the greatest {dance} rock band ever.
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NUSHOOZ
I am a woman, therefore I am obsessed with shoes. This has developed into quite the pastime lately. Like many upright bipeds, I had always had a passing affection for footwear. However, I had not spent hours toiling over sizing charts, or comparing shipping costs, or researching currency exchange rates just to figure out if a pair of shoes is worthy of consideration for purchase.
These little Frenchy bastards have completely gotten my focus and attention for the past several weeks, or is it months now? I blame a good friend of mine for introducing me to the brand. More than one style has been the object of my affection and I have been weighing heavily the consideration to purchase not one pair, but maybe two or three? Because I'm surely to wear these quite often and of heavy frequency, so why not acquire a tiny collection for myself in the event of wearing them out sooner rather than later? These are the thoughts of an addict.
LAZY LAZY LAZY
I am sickly sickly sickly, which means that the internet has been my best friend for the past several hours.
I forgot how much I love Mark Jenkins' work.
They are so lifelike! So creepy! So perfect!
Ugh. I have officially reached the snotheaded portion of my sickliness. Yesterday morning greeted me with the irritating sharpness of a sore throat and the dizzying confusion of a congested head. Today? Sneezing and gushing snot. Lovely. Also, I'm oh so stinky in the way that only the exceptionally talented can achieve.
Health care reform happened! Or something! Only time will tell if it sticks. There was much rejoicing, apparently .
I get to attend a bachelorette party on the west side of the country in about a week. WOOOOO! WINE COOLERS AND PARTY HATS! I think there'll be a lot of this goin on:
Actually, it's going to be quite a nice time; a limo tour of some wineries in and/or around Seattle, a funny cake, free booze, and NO PARENTS. I'm looking forward to everything but the plane ride. Flying terrifies me and it wouldn't surprise me if I died either departing or returning.
Buh. A second nap is seducing me.
I forgot how much I love Mark Jenkins' work.
Ugh. I have officially reached the snotheaded portion of my sickliness. Yesterday morning greeted me with the irritating sharpness of a sore throat and the dizzying confusion of a congested head. Today? Sneezing and gushing snot. Lovely. Also, I'm oh so stinky in the way that only the exceptionally talented can achieve.
Health care reform happened! Or something! Only time will tell if it sticks. There was much rejoicing, apparently .
I get to attend a bachelorette party on the west side of the country in about a week. WOOOOO! WINE COOLERS AND PARTY HATS! I think there'll be a lot of this goin on:
Actually, it's going to be quite a nice time; a limo tour of some wineries in and/or around Seattle, a funny cake, free booze, and NO PARENTS. I'm looking forward to everything but the plane ride. Flying terrifies me and it wouldn't surprise me if I died either departing or returning.
Buh. A second nap is seducing me.
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