Goodwill and I are like >>>THIS<<< son!  Everything in the second photo came from there.  Everything.

I openly relish in the fact that every piece of designer clothing I own cost less than $10.  Somehow it feels…less label-whore-y.

Have I ever told you guys about how much I absolutely LOVE Stanley Kubrick movies?  I don’t think I’ve seen one I haven’t enjoyed.  The Shining is my favorite, but A Clockwork Orange runs a very close second.

[via Bleach Black/Lucky]

[via The Coveted]

Sometimes I wonder what my life would be like if I had a twin…

We’d probably fight.  A lot.  I imagine endless squabbles over shit like shoes, necklaces, the validity of 50-point words played in Scrabble, and the never-ending “who was hotter as a young actor: Harrison Ford, Robert DeNiro, or Sean Connery?” debate.  Very important/exciting/life-altering stuff.  =D

I’ve come to the point where about half of my closet is bothering the hell out of me.  I think I’m going to have a tag sale to clear my mind.  Nothing like purging to get a new outlook on life.  Young, Fresh and New.

Speaking of…I miss the old Kelis.  Before she was “bossy” and got married to/knocked up by/divorced from Nas.  She seemed WAY more fun circa her first two albums (Kaleidoscope and Wanderland).

Big hair and blowing shit up.  Oh yeah.

vintage Poran knuckle ring
stud ring
conch shell ring
the usual bracelets with a skinny belt for good measure
crystal bullet necklace
CocoLoco earrings
Talonalia owl necklace

Posting this just made me realize that my choices in jewelry are a bit…violent.

Talonalia Sparrow necklace
James Perse dress (as shirt)
American Apparel lace bra
Refuge jeans
Docs

Because sometimes…it’s just too damn hot for underwire and a full shirt.

And no, the bike isn’t mine.  One of my housemates left it to another one of my housemates when she moved back to Japan.  Lucky bastard.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

click + click + click

I got to rap with Kristine of Chictopia’s Everybody is Ugly blog about my fixation on bird feet and I loved every second of it.  Little did I know that our little chat would turn into one of my most proud moments on the interwebs.  =D

Back when Kristine was known as ClassyTrash (i.e. before the head honcho title she now holds), I dubbed her my cousin on the other side of the states.  She’s now been promoted to play-sister.  LOL.

Thanks, Kristineeeeeeeeee!!!

It’s Ning of Babalisme, y’all!!!

Oddly enough, the random number generator chose #31…which happened to be Jane’s comment…which only said:

“ning rocks.”

I think it’s appropriate.  She did come up with one hell of an outfit visualization:

It was another crisp morning air in the city, with the usual horn glaring, tires screeching, and people shouting “taxi”. A scent of freshly baked bagels and hot coffee tingles our smell buds, but you can’t stand to long in the pavement because people rushing towards and against you, throwing your body here and there, “Hey, watch out, Buddy!”. Suddenly, they stop, the bikers stop, the taxi drivers roll down their windows, ..for a lady, in skinny slouch jeans, stroll her way downtown. Her hair, long slightly curled brunette dancing behind her towering figure, leaves a trail of mild scent to her gawping onlookers. A light spring camel trench coat wraps her body just perfectly, she rolled her sleeves mid arms, showing her porcelain looking skin beneath…and a white crisp structured shirt underneath. A wide belt compliments her nearly there waist with a pair of nude color ankle heels, she makes a statement indeed! Her manicured fingers grasp tightly to an oversized leather shoulder bag, and the other one hold up high before she lets her dreamy voice out…”taxi!”.

And she just realize that the world stops in her presence.

The end.

I know, right?!?

CONGRATS, GIRLIE!!!

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In other news, I’ve found the closest replacement for the shoes I blogged about in my second post.  MY SECOND POST ON THIS BLOG.  It’s been months (MONTHS!!!), but my perforated oxfords and I shall soon be together.  In black and ivory.  Because I’m that excited about them.

YAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!

Sure, I’ll be sick to my stomach because I’m crossing a line I said I wouldn’t (damn Urban Outfitters and their epic selection of oxfords), but I’ve been waiting on these since the August issue of Lucky Magazine.  It would be cruel to not get them, right?  RIGHT?!!?

Someone…ENABLE ME.  I beg you.

I realized today that I haven’t blogged in better part of a week.  I miss y’all.

There has been a lot going on ’round this end.  Orders, ideas, crafting, creating, thinking, plotting, planning, eating, sleeping, tweeting rinsing, repeating…I’m nearly burnt out.  But somehow, I feel like stopping would only interrupt the flow.

It’s not all droning on and on, though.  I did manage to tear away from the desk that has me invisibly (and voluntarily) shackled to meet up with this lovely lady:

Ev’Yan of Apricot Tea (wearing le Chain Vest) and moi (wearing le Mini Skull Necklace and my new sandals)

And no, we didn’t plan the tank/visible bra/shorts/sandals thing.  It was donkey-ball hot.  Again.  I’m shocked that you can’t see all the “glistening” that was going on while this picture was being taken.

Anyway, she is amazing.  Her husband is amazing.  I felt like we’ve been great friends for years.  Srlsy.  I <3 them both.  So much that I feel it my duty to personally shame anyone who hasn’t read their blogs.  Or visited Ev’s advice blog.  My brow is officially furrowed at those of you not clicking…

Side note: isn’t scale wonderful?  I could have sworn that she was way taller than I am.  Turns out that I’m just much wider in the thighs.  LOL.

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I’m back to the lab…pray some hot shit comes out of all of this work.  LOL.   And don’t forget about the giveaway below.  It ends tomorrow.  COMMENT IF YOU HAVEN’T!!!