"I am interested in elation. I am interested in the sublime."
"The wreath on my door has been there since Christmas. I have no intenion and no desire to take it down."
Those were my topic sentences. But I did not write. And now that I'm writing, I don't have one.
Okay, so there's no angry swearing here. But I promise, by the end of the week there will be some. There's certainly enough material to choose from. I just have to ask myself: how bad of a light do I want to cast myself in? Or are you all so sympathetic to me now that you will just assume that whoever I am ranting about is indubitably the offending party? Because I can't say that's always been the case (well, maybe mostly ;-). As a good friend of mine and I like to assert: we're b%^#hes.
If my inherent bit$#hiness hasn't come across in my blog to you yet, than you simply haven't been reading between the lines enough.
outfit total: $213 (stupid shoes, keep messing with my totals ;-)
tights, from winners: $9
skirt, thrifted: $1
sweater, from my step mom
belt, joe fresh style: $3
also, this outfit sort of reminded me of the full skirted Prada and Louis Vuitton numbers.
also, I've been reading Never Let Me Go. And I gotta tell you, I hate the magazine reviews of the movie for giving away the plot. A-holes. (see, I told you I could be a _____)