Thanks for the good times, folks.
Blondie says there’s 24 hour shopping in rapture. I’m in.
Thanks for the good times, folks.
Blondie says there’s 24 hour shopping in rapture. I’m in.
After five days of rain, I began to give up on summer. Begrudgingly putting on socks, a jacket and a scarf to go to work every morning seemed like a routine that would keep repeating itself like groundhog day (damn you, socks). And then this crazy thing happened. As if it were a sign from the Spaghetti Monster itself, on my way to Value Village, this big ball of fire began to peak through the clouds. I almost forgot what sunshine looked and felt like (and happiness, and skin pigmentation).
I consider this a weather-induced stroke of luck because damn did I get some good sh*t from Value Village. It’s one of those places that is not for the impatient or the non-creative. I am only sometimes those things.
Usually when I go to VV Boutique, I come with a game plan but can never find what I’m looking for. This time around, (I swear it’s the Spaghetti Monster) I hit the nail on the head. My top summer item is maxi-anything (maxi dress, skirt, pad…no, not that). VV was to deliver me maxi skirts and did it ever do me right.
3 skirts, 1 blazer, $40.
Damn.
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Why can’t North America be this kooky?
Moldova’s entry into the Eurovision contest was robbed of 1st place. Sadly they were bumped down to 12th. Seriously, robbed.
Nothing on the internet ever really dies. This allows me to be neglectful of internet things, get back to them months later and suffer no consequences.
So after months of limiting my internet persona to the Twitterverse I’ve decided to get back into the blogosphere (I will never use either of those words ever again. Ever) because to be honest, I kind of miss it.
I want to keep this post short and sweet. A quick hello. A plea for you to love me again. And as a gift I give you this:
And by gift I mean it was in my head, and now it’s in yours.
Later, punks