It’s not giving up it’s giving in!

Okay so fashion blogs are all the rage now I’ll give you some FASHION THEN. All the fashion you can take! This sweater I bought for $2 at a hippie garage sale off some beaten path or other. I was with Noel and someone else. I felt the granola hippie chick who sold it to me was a communist and that $2 was kinda steep. It originates from Old Navy? I could be wrong though. I wore it inside out for a brief period. It’s kind of a belly shirt and I wear it when I don’t give a FUCK! If you see a collared shirt poking out of it, you know I mean business. Or, I am wickedly hung and trying to mask the degeneracy.

My hair is even more faded than this, it’s quite the “look”. Multi-tonal shades of blond coming in. Rebecca yesterday said politely, “Do we need to buy you a box of hair dye?” haha. Ps look at my gigantic nailbeds. I think I was meant to be a boy, or I have more testosterone.

I like being both girly and tomboyish. Lawdy knows I am flat.

Two Fridays ago we got up to this.

Psycho face and my eye makeup was not blended properly. MEH! I’m going to wear that blue tee on camera today.

We have no storage space and I was getting tired of looking at the rolled up rug on the stairs so we leant it to Rebeccablah but it’s not as clean as this anymore I noticed!

All my shitty old clothes look like new clothes now that I have new hair yay new wardrobe!

If it doesn’t destroy my hair too much I’m going to copy this girl’s hair I saw in the dog park the other day. Keep ya posted. I need to book a salon visit.

This is called dancing. It’s not giving up it’s giving in!

Look it’s Scoobie BooBooDooDoo Doo!

Our little protege turned best friend little daughter.

This explains everything. Leila’s bf Damien looks like that Jesus. Exactly.

And this is how light it has faded to now. I dig it. I don’t care anymore it looks bananas and I am fine with that.

It’s so gorgeous up there I just went up and you will just not get anything done in going up to a rooftopia, I can’t see my laptop from sun glare.

Nice hammer pants.

I am a beast. Just get here already period. Actually today I’m pretty teeny. Maybe I am allergic to gluten or one of those made up allergies. Celiac?

Mother’s day traffic was cray.

It got chilly after the sun left and after my shower and after bathing in the sun, your skin gets goosefleshy warm chill shivers I feel like I am writing this blog for preschool level sometimes it’s just this never-ending dialogue from a fishbowl. Kind of like this.

.gif memes gotta love ‘em. There’s a tumblr blog for everything now.

What am I a surfer gangster? Yes, I am. This just made my twitter bg. I don’t know why I am being so meticulous about these shots I have way better ones on mystery camera I’m d/ling at the moment. I’ll throw some up at the top. I will try not to make you throw up though. No I’ll give them their own post kay good idea.

I don’t have much time anyway, gotta get ready for camera, working on a vlogvert for a client and it’s gorgeous out! Watch MTV tonight at 9:30 Canaduh. Creeps quarter finals airs, my episode we shot two weeks ago. Lets see how nice they are (they aren’t!) sorry for taking your stupid fucking show seriously. And yes, the gay guy bullies me. He projected his iciness on to me and “is their Simon Cowell”. I am accustom to straight bashing. And I was not at all nervous like I say I was. Apparently I am frosty. Good.