Blank Slate Sh*t

Look at me, channeling my inner psych ward patient all deranged looking and stuff. I'm pretty darn good if I do say so myself, which of course,  I just did. I get it, this look may be a tough one to sell as a given bystander may depict this look in detail as a prude tossup between a weary, underpaid, overworked, nurse and the sickly patient she selflessly cares for day in and day out without so much as quaint "*cough cough* Shmank you". For those of you appeal to the former rhetoric, since when is it bad to honorably imitate those who are the backbone of this very country. What's more, male nurses are the shit!

But I'm getting ahead of myself, aren't I.

Maybe not.

Wednesday Hashtags

Feelin' like we should take a moment to just thank God, Buddha, Allah, a Satanical force, a close relative or even your ironically named feline Chihuahua; for cookie dough, overalls and this view.

Comeback Queen

Aww gosh, it's like you can cut the Awkwardness with a tenderly grooved butter knife.

First, I would just like to apologize for my uncanny behavior in my recent uncalled for absence in abandoning the likes of home sweet home, unsavory weather and its compatible internets. I blame the foregin parodical paradise I was bitterly entrapped in in which case all that lush majestic beauty bs provided ill in befitting of a modern inclination towards redefining the term  "Vacay" as one entitled to hot weather, wifi, hot guys, wifi, a hotly contested view and more wifi. But apparently those things rarely subsist in Latin bliss.Thus far, the endeavor is a work in a very banal state of progress.

But let's not dwell on the past you Debby Downer, you. Focus on what I'm wearing right now. Yes, a dress I tell you, a dress!

On Drunken Impulses

Let us play a little game I like to call, Look What I  Just Bought slash Let Me Rub My Recent Purchases Profusely In Your Clearly Non-Visible Face.

Let's get started!

Machurity

Hey hey hey there. How ya doin'? Great, not that I care or anything, just wanna to carefully utalize this time to selfishly yet thoroughly explain to you what I'm wearing and why the hell catz I'm wearing it. Remember that poorly written, directed and executed sitcom? Oh Ashley Tisdale, how I long for a revitalization of your faint and decrepit acting talents. HSM: College Years, anyone?