[ oh, let's tell the world we're unheard, we're unsure, we're unstoppable. ]
Because I am clearly fanatical about documenting my life, I am making another photopost. Because I realize no one actually cares about my most recent trip to Wal-Mart, I will use a cut tag. But before I go all benevolent on you, I want to at least show off my mad style & MySpace photography skills:
Sarah is one of my favorite people ever. This is not only because she enjoys posing in ironic t-shirts as much as I do, but that certainly helps.
I’m trying to figure out who would wear this shirt, & what the appropriate response would be. Thoughts?
Ali told me I couldn’t fit into a little-boy polo shirt, which I took as both an insult & a challenge.
(Pretend there is something prideful in my expression & popped collar.)
Another shirt we couldn’t quite figure out. We think that its made for middle-school boys who like their ‘chics’ fast & loose. Worst Feminist of the Year goes to. . .
There are clunky rhinestone-things on this shirt. They weighed me down like a guilty soul. It was spectacular, as is my backdrop, here.
How bold, to announce such an event!!
Maternity clothes are so glam, sometimes.
Here I am, trying to express, with a pained expression, that ‘love hurts’. The fact that we’d just had a rousing singalong to Dashboard Confessional really helped, here. ‘I hope you’re as happy as you’re pretending’, & so on.
I’m not sure what age group this is meant for, but I’m certain that it’s tacky & inappropriate, regardless of the target demographic.
I think that these glasses must rely heavily on context.
What Wal-mart excursion would be complete without fake fur & lace?
. . . Or sequiny, shiny things, for that matter?
The camera cut off the awfulness of this scratchy jacket. But my eyes are a very strange color, here, & so I’m keeping this picture, anyway.
Sarah decided to beat me out in the bad fashion competition. The contest was over from the moment she picked up those overalls. How could I compete?
Still, I’m very proud of this ensemble. The belt is purple faux snakeskin, see? & the top has fake fur & lace!! & I am preening.
I promise, someday soon, I will make an entry that has something approximating a point. Until then, I really hope you’re all well; hopefully, the bout of sadness that seems to have hit at least half my friends list is waning, now, at least. Because you are all fabulous & deserve to be happy, okay? & I love you. The end.
Current Mood:
pretty okay.