I'm too proud for love

So I get a bunch of free magazines in the mail. (Junk mail is my area, apparently.) One such magazine had a pretty dang interesting editorial of everyone's favorite: SHOES! Shoes shoes shoes. And thus, a shitty introduction to some shitty Photobooth pictures of some not-so-shitty photos:

That last one there is my favorite.

And where the hell did this come from? MORE Magazine!! If you've never heard of it, it's okay -- it's a magazine for like, American women 40+ years old. Absurd right? It's in the latest issue. Not too many redeeming things in this one, but this editorial certainly caught my eye. I definitely recommend checking it out for yourself! (And if you happen to be getting hot flashes, heavy periods, or excessive tummy fat, even better! lawlzzzz)

And here's a smile for you (because bloggers don't smile enough nowadays!!), have a good one!

P.S. The reason for the Photobooth pics is 'cause I can't find my camera charger. Oh, and I'm too lazy to scan. Aren't I charming?? (:

HEY!

100TH POST! Sahweeeet. MAN, too bad I accidentally go on hiatus like every month. I keep forgetting that sometimes, people still read this. (Shout out to a reader that recently posted about me, you're so darn sweet!)

So I've worn this bitch a couple times already, but I just now decided to get off my ass and take outfit photos! It's so dang cute and fits me perfectly, yet looks slimming. By my bb'z lipgloss & black. Genius, of course.



Isn't it rrrridiculously cute? I don't just shamelessly promote them for NOTHING. And congratulations to them for making 500 sales by Sylvia's birthday! w00t here.

I spent the day with my BFF at the mall (god, I'm a legal adult but I'm literally 12 sometimes) in a neighboring town. It. Is. Freaking. GIANT. I don't understand people that can shop in gigantic malls... hurting feet, getting lost... jesus. Didn't really buy anything, because I can't really impulse-spend anymore. But I did look at bathrobes, because apparently, bathrobes are necessary in the communal bathrooms of college. Of course, this means that I immediately needed to take photos that vaguely (or really obviously) suggest I have bowel problems or seizures only located within my eyebrow area.




But to balance out the shitty awkwardness of my charming persona, here are some cutesy pictures that would make my mama proud.




And just so you know, my fatty bruise from two posts ago is healing. Which makes me sad, because I wanted to show it off some more. Damn these quick-recovery teenage bodies. Is it weird that I absolutely LOVE the sharp intakes of breath and cringing expressions of disgust upon sight of my ghastly injury??



I just realized how incoherent this, reading it over. Haha, I hope I haven't driven away any readers.

By the way. CHECK OUT MY STORE? Thanks guys :D

AE v-neck tee, lipgloss & black skirt.

Dang you think I'd be a better blogger since it's summer.

Confession, I'm a lazy fuck.




And this is my sick-of-wearing-a-black-and-optional-lace-bra-under-all-sheer-and-or-loose-tanks-and-I-still-think-it-works thang.

Went reading for a bit at Starbucks today and trolling around Target. For once, I didn't suffer in the crazy heat... it was actually kind of pleasant! Granted, could've been the venti caramel frappucino with peppermint I downed. (I get weird looks from baristas when ordering, but trust me, it's freaking delicious.)

I finally figured out this tumblr shit... visit me!