i can't see no reason to put up a fight
Oh, man, so this is a post that should, by all rights, be titled "I AM A CONSUMER WHORE"!
Okay, so I haven't bought new clothes in aaaages, and this summer has been a frustrating exercise in "OH GOD WHAT DO I WEAR"? Instead of doing the sensible thing and, I don't know, buying another pair of jeans (I own precisely one pair), I bought this hoodie in size enormo (XXL) so I could drown in soft, vampire-hunting cotton. So comfortable! ♥____♥
Moving on from that ridiculousness. I bought three records at The Beat in Sacramento. Here they are:
The Sounds, Crossing the Rubicon.
The Faint, Danse Macabre. (My favourite part of seeing The Faint live is "Posed to Death", when an entire crowd of bored and/or coked-up scenesters are all breathing in sync. "OH OH OH OH OH OH AH AH OHHHH." Fucking hilarious.)
The Moody Blues, Question. FUCK I LOVE THIS SONG. It's totally munched, so I don't think the record's in great quality, but. ;___;
Photos of those were not necessary, but it is still sometimes novel to me that we have floors, so. (This is not because I am crazy, it is because our house was under construction for approximately sixty years. Well, sixty divided by ten.)
Berkeley was a good time, not least because of Serendipity Books, run by an amazing old curmudgeon. Crankiest man ever. When we walked in, he was in the midst of giving the most thorough dressing-down I've overheard in ages to a dude who came in talking nonsense about being a book collector. I wish I'd recorded it. Pure magic. The sisterthing bought American Gods.
I found an ancient copy of Paradise Lost for $20. Dick yeah!
LOOK HOW BEAUTIFUL IT IS.
It just makes me so happy to own this.
And then in Oxnard I made some sexy new friends. I normally go for knee-high boots, but these were just. So lovely.
I actually had bought another pair of boots (can't find them online now >:( but they were grey and knee-high and pointy-toed), but I decided they were a bit mature/sophisticated for my normal dress requirements and personality. If I worked in an actual office that required actual business wear, maybe they'd be worth the money. But...I work in an office where my boss walks around barefoot and wears shorts, for God's sake. Overdressing is fun sometimes, but there are limits. So I returned the boots after buying the black ones. I think I can get another year or so out of my current knee-high boots, even though they're mildly ridiculous (something like a 5-inch platform wedge heel, I'm not even kidding). Yes, if I'd kept the grey ones, I would own four pairs of boots, which is completely absurd for someone who lives in Southern California and owns one pair of jeans. Practicality, thy name is not Erin.
The local secondhand bookshop is going out of business (sad trombone), so everything is on super discount. queenofhell got me a pretty present! It's an illustrated childrens' edition of The Tempest! I saw The Tempest with a three-man cast in London once. There was a rope involved. I had a severe Joseph Buquet moment watching the dude get hoisted all over the place, but it was still cool. (I had another one at the end of Lady GaGa's VMA performance.) Even though we were groundlings for that one and my back was like HEY YO BITCH THIS FUCKING HURTS. Anyway. I love this!
JZBELL IS WATCHING SUPERNATURAL RIGHT NOW BECAUSE SHE'S TWO HOURS AHEAD OF ME AND I'M SO JEALOUSSSSSSS. *HANDWRINGING*
Okay, so I haven't bought new clothes in aaaages, and this summer has been a frustrating exercise in "OH GOD WHAT DO I WEAR"? Instead of doing the sensible thing and, I don't know, buying another pair of jeans (I own precisely one pair), I bought this hoodie in size enormo (XXL) so I could drown in soft, vampire-hunting cotton. So comfortable! ♥____♥
Moving on from that ridiculousness. I bought three records at The Beat in Sacramento. Here they are:
The Sounds, Crossing the Rubicon.
The Faint, Danse Macabre. (My favourite part of seeing The Faint live is "Posed to Death", when an entire crowd of bored and/or coked-up scenesters are all breathing in sync. "OH OH OH OH OH OH AH AH OHHHH." Fucking hilarious.)
The Moody Blues, Question. FUCK I LOVE THIS SONG. It's totally munched, so I don't think the record's in great quality, but. ;___;
Photos of those were not necessary, but it is still sometimes novel to me that we have floors, so. (This is not because I am crazy, it is because our house was under construction for approximately sixty years. Well, sixty divided by ten.)
Berkeley was a good time, not least because of Serendipity Books, run by an amazing old curmudgeon. Crankiest man ever. When we walked in, he was in the midst of giving the most thorough dressing-down I've overheard in ages to a dude who came in talking nonsense about being a book collector. I wish I'd recorded it. Pure magic. The sisterthing bought American Gods.
I found an ancient copy of Paradise Lost for $20. Dick yeah!
LOOK HOW BEAUTIFUL IT IS.
It just makes me so happy to own this.
And then in Oxnard I made some sexy new friends. I normally go for knee-high boots, but these were just. So lovely.
I actually had bought another pair of boots (can't find them online now >:( but they were grey and knee-high and pointy-toed), but I decided they were a bit mature/sophisticated for my normal dress requirements and personality. If I worked in an actual office that required actual business wear, maybe they'd be worth the money. But...I work in an office where my boss walks around barefoot and wears shorts, for God's sake. Overdressing is fun sometimes, but there are limits. So I returned the boots after buying the black ones. I think I can get another year or so out of my current knee-high boots, even though they're mildly ridiculous (something like a 5-inch platform wedge heel, I'm not even kidding). Yes, if I'd kept the grey ones, I would own four pairs of boots, which is completely absurd for someone who lives in Southern California and owns one pair of jeans. Practicality, thy name is not Erin.
The local secondhand bookshop is going out of business (sad trombone), so everything is on super discount. queenofhell got me a pretty present! It's an illustrated childrens' edition of The Tempest! I saw The Tempest with a three-man cast in London once. There was a rope involved. I had a severe Joseph Buquet moment watching the dude get hoisted all over the place, but it was still cool. (I had another one at the end of Lady GaGa's VMA performance.) Even though we were groundlings for that one and my back was like HEY YO BITCH THIS FUCKING HURTS. Anyway. I love this!
JZBELL IS WATCHING SUPERNATURAL RIGHT NOW BECAUSE SHE'S TWO HOURS AHEAD OF ME AND I'M SO JEALOUSSSSSSS. *HANDWRINGING*