Hear me out

Have you ever seen that American Apparel t-shirt claiming "All blogs say the same stuff"? Even if you haven't, in my defense and in accordance to my ongoing strife to beat the statistic, I am not going to express my distaste toward the vengeance of the polar vortex. Nor will I channel my loathing into the coordination of a super cute, snowball-proof outfit.

Nope. Not me. Not gonna do it.

Instead, let's talk about something fun. Like maybe the things that stylize my ears. If you recall, accessorizing of the extremities besides my body's major functional parts ( i.e. two legs, two arms, one torso and a pair of feet) has yet to come so easy. When it comes to rings for the fingers, necklaces for the necks and wristlets for the wrists, a piece of jewelry seems to just get lost in the shuffle of aggressive hand washings, habitual pendant fiddlings and the 35 minutes after the crack of dawn I allot my self in preparation for a day of hell *cough, cough* school.

Superbare

Whoreay! Our snowpocalyptic fate has stilled. And while it's no high time for binge tablet reading or acid wash daisy dukes paired with salt stained uggs– and maybe not even becoming enough for bare unshaven legs–but it's a tadbit late for that dontcha' think.

Me thinks so.

Survival of Sorts

In lieu of the preempted blizzard that is upon us metro-detroiters, there is a buy-as-much-shit-as-you-can-to-comfortably-survive warning in effect leading to the remaining question still hanging in the frigid early-January air, being: exactly what do I NEED to survive?

After Christmas Edition

Hey, did you go shopping? Because I went shopping. And boy, did I get a lot of shit I probably didn't need. You know Christmas, and better yet those next day super sales, can really do you in for it. But enough with my modest approach to douche-braggery. Here's what I what blew my compiled holidayze $200 on.

Looky, look.

On the first day of after Christmas my holiday stash purchased me...

Sweater Weather

" 'Cause it's too cold for you here and now so let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater"

Do not pretend like you haven't heard those lyrics at least 5 or maybe 12 times this week. Do.Not. I realize that I shouldn't be approaching you ( "you" being my  generous viewing audience) in such an aggressive tone seeing as how I have not been up to date with the updates as of late– goodgosh look at that polysyndeton–but really, on a serious note, I've been busy with online shopping and school work and the holidaze so that it just seemed to slip my mind. And for that, I sincerely apologize to all three of my loyal readers. So sorry Mom, the resilient viewer from Uzbekistan and my thumb-apposed cat, Reese. You guys deserve better.