Saturday sat turd day

Studius Maximus.

Why didn’t they have cutely-sized sweats when we were all young? Not fair. Crafting my slutty outfits back then was a lot harder, girls today should be grateful.

Welcome to Mall Rats. Got checked out tons today, Teacher enjoyed that. Not. Man, dudes are so blatant sometimes. EGO BOOST AND AWAY.

We had a bag of popcorn in the back seat with us all afternoon to combat crabby. There were certain missions and errands to accomplish and I felt largely that a bag of butter salted kernels would do the trick just fine and an appropriate amount of shotgun thiefing to pepper the day with a colourful sense of cunning pride and stealth to top it off. We just finished playing (abandoning) Balderdash so my vocabulary is inflated to all fuck, you can imagine. Or just bask in, suit yourself.

I’m high on 9 pairs of fresh underwear too, apologies for blogging under the influence. I am out of clean everything. My dad lives near a mall and so, my high-tech fashions reflect that which I cull from mainstream shitty mass-produce merchants because it’s the only time I make for shopping and it doesn’t matter anyway, I am not a label whore. As long as it does the trick and compliments my physique I am fine.

I predict getting lots of mileage out of the Santa shirt and once xmas is over it orbits into irony territory and then it’s christmas again or fallen apart, given to Hailey and then it’s her problem. Much love Aunti Raymi.

I like my new ballet pink sweater. The retail chick was very nice to me, actually, all retail chicks are nice to me in Burlington I wonder why that is, must not get chatty eccentric clowns like me much. The underwear chick at La Senza oversold the hell out of me. Good for her.

I’m bloated. Time for sit-ups. This is an XS shirt and the pants are small. I think the brand itself is meant for tweeny little petite college chicks but then doesn’t everyone gain the freshmen 20? I like to regress plus I never went to College. Augusten Burroughs (one of my fav novelists) wrote that he buys a University T-shirt from every school he talks at or goes to the town of, because he’s a self-made type of success guy. In short, no I will not buy Harvard Sweatshirts, not unless it was for a Playboy shoot ahahhaa.

More scrabble today.

When I get my hair done I get to not bathe and be a dirtbag princess plus I found this dry shampoo spray in a swag bag and finally tried it, magical chemicals what an invention!

Beer store stop in Oakvegas, went ’round the back like my grandfather used to slip in behind the wheel of one of his Caddy’s. Here I am uberly casually enjoying my popcorn. Teacher likes our suburban jaunts cos I ignore his smoking.

Shittiest laid tiles ever. Once I finish this genius post we’re going to watch Bad Teacher. There’s a few scenes from the previews I noticed where Cameron Diaz’s degenerate character looks scarily similar to your hero. Pumped.

Very enjoyable brunch. Good idea us!

Got us Agabi, my fav shawarma ever. EVER. I’ve been a custy for years.

With extra garlic and hot sauce to go.

I was talked out of this other bubblegum pink hoodie that was very Holly Madison but too much so with my hair, in a year or two I’ll go more Playboy brat I think. We’ll see. Who knows who I’ll be in two year’s time.

Family heirloom dictionaries. I come from a wordy people.

Librarian p0rn.

Aristocratical.

Lost my poppy :(.

I like the changeroom props. Is it supposed to stress out the stressed out students more so or psyche them up? I was confused when I first opened up the changeroom, uh, is this a utility closet? Oh right it’s fun! OK movie time bye friends!