When Only A Stud Will Do

When rain tries to ruin my day off, I like to cope with a little something called 'retail therapy'. I found a ton of great shit downtown today, from puppy-related birthday gifts for my boss to an amazing studded bustier all from Sympathy For the Rebel. Not shown (due to the inherent crappiness of all IPhone photos) is a banana yellow Snoopy tee-shirt dress that slurs seductively "Wang wang de shen ri", a dvd copy of 'Notes on a Scandal' and a kilo of espresso beans.

Be still, my heart

To answer your question, no; my apartment does not come with a  stripper pole.

Bottoms up, bitches.

Return Of The Mack

Holy Hiatus, Bat Girl!

Enjoy my return to blahging with an ode to the 90's babe, in a six degrees of separation sort of way. If you're as old as I am, you can follow along with the help of a Seventeen magazine dug out from under your (and by your, I mean mine) VHS collection. If you can figure out the (daisy)chain of separation for these kittens, write it in the comments and I'll award the winner with a lifetime supply of Noxzema!

Just kidding - but I will follow up with a 90's Hunk Edition :)