Friday, August 29, 2008
There's something empowering about eschewing a meal.
Call us crazy, call us drunks, but don't call us unless you've got Pinot Grigio chilling in the fridge. Project Runway's in new eps and our skinny jeans fit again...let's DO this!
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Things that make me go "OOF!":
1.)Hot men in linen
2.)High-waisted skirts, and
3.)Finding these HOT ASS Michael Kors ankle boots that I've wanted FOREVER at Ross for $40!
(Nordstrom wanted $189.)
...Still cocky and slightly high from my otherworldly retail experience, I victoriously wave my blue and white receipt in the air and declare "Suck it, Nordies, This store is my God now!"
Well, for now, anyway.
Don't get us wrong, technology is great. We send pix and flix via our cell phones. We even exclusively send voice notes to one another rather than send txt messages. But why, oh why, does anyone need a computer in their pocket?
Ok, it's cool. It's probably the coolest new thing to come on the scene in a long time. But we have Ray Ban Wayfarer eyeglasses on our head and William Rast jeans in our closet, so we're no stranger to cool. We just think a phone that can email, navigate, surf the web, locate your friends all over town like a radar, and update your facebook status on the go is a little excessive.
More important to note is the craziness surrounding the phone. Our facebook has been blown up by people waiting on their doorsteps, standing in hours long lines, and praying for their iPhone to come. We only reserve that kind of passion and dedication for Britney. It's called priorities.
We know we're probably alone on this one, but for the record, we are over the iPhone. There, we said it.
Loves it or hates it is going to San Francisco for Labor Day Weekend! Be on the lookout for a pleth of pics and posts.
Truth be told - we're only going so that we can say "Golden Hates Bridge".
Thanks you guys!
Jesus. We thought "Fashion" was bad. This is the kind of deluded,indulgent self-assuredness that brings us winners like William Hung. Who told this bitch she could sing?
The lyrics sound like something my 7 year old niece made up in the bathtub. Add to it the sophmoric beat and more synth than could choke a horse, this song is pure trash. We can't WAIT to see the video!
Monday, August 25, 2008
Thanks to my roommate for introducing me to this hot new song. It is definitely a great song to cruise around in the summer to, as well as hearing at Hyde on a week night. You know, because going out on the weekends...
Why would you do this to your body? Now, I must admit, never been a gigundo fan of Homely's style to begin with, but this is too much. My CAT has fewer whiskers than these jeans. And something about the fit makes me want to bust into a medley of songs from Aladdin. ...call me crazy.
And don't even get me started on those shoes!
Ugh - it's almost like she's making an EFFORT to make her body appear as bizarre as possible. Will someone please teach this poor little misguided boygirl about PROPORTION?? Scoop neck long sleeve tee, low rise blouson jean...cropped(!) with a man-belt, and strappy sandals?!?!? And what's with the shoulder bag? Has she got a Minolta camera in there? When did Homely become a Japanese tourist?
Sunday, August 24, 2008
My college friend Abby came to visit for the weekend, and I decided a crucial part of seeing the sights of the city would include the famous Diddy Riese in Westwood.
Friday, August 22, 2008
Dear Lord in heaven. Shame of shames. This song is HOT. The vid is NOT.
Where did we go wrong?
We can't decide which is worse: the deadstock neon tubes left over from the birth of VH1, the recycled Robert Palmer choreography, or the fact that all of the clothes seem to be from Wet Seal.
Oh, well. At least their hair looks hot.
Where do we even begin with these hideous things?
We can only assume they were originally invented for old ladies with green thumbs and back problems. Why would you wear these things in public?!?!? They don't even make your feet look cute!
New game: Croc Spotting. Bring your digital camera and your bestie to a public place (preferably a tourist-heavy locaysh) and take pictures of every pair of Crocs you see.
Try not to be blinded by the fug.
On a recent trip to Seattle, we totaled 55 individual offenders at the Space Needle. Those numbers are shocking! ...And we didn't even make it into the gift shop - we were too nauseous...and NOT from the heights.
Please, folks - leave the Crocs in the garden. You won't have your picture snapped by a stranger, and we'll get to keep our lunch down.
Hey, look at that - everyone wins!