I’m a really terrible person sometimes but we all have our sins to suffer. I LOVE the Cheap Trick tune ‘I Want You To Want Me’ and I heard this version at the end of the pretty ok-ish ‘Rudo Y Cursi’ I was happy inside. I loves it. Please don’t hate me.
Ok, so I like MGMT as much as the next cocksucker who’s willing to listen to almost ANYTHING with the hope that it could be good, or be remixed to make it good, but what the fuck is up with the ‘Kids’ video? My bestest Mac told me to check it out and I did, and I was like, what the fuck is up with this shit? Meaningless poo. What a waste – my ipod addled looking-out-the-window-of-the-bus mind conjured up genius for this tune video-wise. What a total shitting shame that they signed off on this turd.
Check this for exactly what you need to carry your junk around in whilst riding a bike. This is everything I want it to be AND it’s got a fox.
Fjallraven is, and has been for the last four decades, the leading outdoor company in Scandinavia with a strong heritage as the foremost innovative brand among users in the Swedish mountain world. The name fjallraven/arctic fox derives from the founder Ake Nordina as deep admiration for the small predator which lives in the Swedish mountains in the harshest of climates. The Arctic fox is a very smart animal, equipped with the best possible fur for survival. We still see a strong connection between our products and the Arctic Fox.
So, I’ve got this sort of sick and desirous love for Betsey Johnson dresses. I’m not down with the shoes, or bags, or skirts – only the dresses. I should hate them but I can’t. I want to wear them on trips to the Co-op to buy loo roll, wine and chocolate buttons. They are impractical and verging on ridiculous with their fairytailing style (bar the ace sweater dresses which are slut styling of the highest order). Mmmm.
Dahlia also rule, less fairytailing but so very, very sweet. Enough net and thought about finishes to make you feel a like a real live girl. My 13 year old self is angry with my new love and is hoping I will overdose on store brand paracetamol. Uh uh, my old self, welcome to the brave new world of plaited hair and huge dresses, but don’t worry, there’ll always be Guinness and my delightful ability to ruin it all with chocolate covered fingers.
You can score these at ASOS.
How freaking cool is it? Lots. It’s lots of freaking cool. Man, I could cook up a storm in that, but more importantly, look at how pretty it is.
Kate Kanzier makes seriously nice foot and arm styling. Beautiful ballerinas for £20, sandals that aren’t all glads (praise the lord), sweet clutches, and lovely big bags to carry all your junk in. I’m so glad I found her.
I need to read these books really soon or my brain will push its way out of my skull and drown itself in the toilet. FACT.
Words are the best. FACTOID.
You should read this Oliver Sacks book – it blows your mind out of your bumhole.
Parker may be right, but who cares when you’re wearing specs as sweetastical as these.
I wish I had the mula for these beauties. Being blind mostly sucks asses but knowing these might one day come my way makes it all a little less achey. Prism are my new RULE-HARD-dream-glasses-makers. They’re better than Chanel. Hmmm, maybe.
For this reason, and this reason alone, he deserves to never win again. I’m surprised he’s not wearing a monocle and carrying a briefcase with his Robinsons inside. Dude, sort it the fuck out.
