pssh

hear that splash? that's me abandoning ship.

(bye, bye inconsiderate twat-cicle)

i use my blog to talk shit, guess who guess who

Discovery on the Home Front

I recently discovered German boys are hot and maybe I should go overseas, you know visit the fam, get some digis, drink some hefeweizen (aka country ham beer) and just live it up.

Here's my proof:

I guess Irish boys aren't too bad either. Proof:

Blah Blog Blush

Paranoid. Paranoid. Paranoid. Paranoid.

No matter how many times I type it I still have this feeling. The funny thing is I don't feel paranoid about one particular thing, it's everything. I feel out of control, I feel left out, I feel alone for the first time in a long time.

Paranoid. Paranoid. Paranoid. Paranoid.

I try so hard to keep people out but all I really want is to be let in. I close myself off from people because I feel it saves me from the hurt, but all it really does is gives me more pain. I start hating everything about myself, I start second guessing everything about myself.

Paranoid. Paranoid. Paranoid. Paranoid.

I suck at being me. I just want to find a new persona to act out for a while. I've been pretty good at that in the past. Wow, in the past, I can't believe I've actually started opening up and being, not acting, like myself.

Relieved. Relieved. Relieved. Relieved.

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Ok so that was mellow-dramatic and I need to stop so back to fashion, cool and interesting things I find on the internet!

I've been searching for a pair of lady lace-up oxfords and I found some but they are rather expensive:

Kisco Brogue Lace Up

Then I found this amazing piece of art:

Agyness Deyn (I'm obbessed)

Daily Update

I feel crappy.
I got hit by a car and now I am in pain.
Blah. I need sleep.
I need a new life, starting with my over-analysis of everything.


Here's the picture of the day:

Graffiti straight from Bristol, UK

Hey it's you

'Been seeing this boy everywhere, he's definitly one with style:


(Ash, model)

Strivin'

I strive to be this chick at some point this year.
I guess I should get starting on my search for a sick ass bike.Next stop GYM.

Shoes, Clues, Boos.

Pierre Hardy I need you. You should come design shoes for me.


Oh, and my readers out there they may want to know I will be working with John Chaivola on a photo shoot coming up in the Spring (maybe sooner). Look for us, we're hitting Raleigh in the face with our fierce fashion. Hollarrr.

And and if any of you readers know my friend Thien this guy (with the cig in hand) is who I aspire him to become. (I want Thien to have hair like this so I can feature him in a street blog).