Hell Fucking Yeah

V, are you thinking what I'm thinking? We need to head back up to Santa Monica for this one.

Digital Versicolor

Oh gawd, forgive me shirts. I know for a brief minute I forsook you all for tunics and dresses. But I have returned. It'll be like I never left, y'know? I'll wear you and wash you (following all the instructions on the tag with care and zeal) and pet your softness and spot treat you when a stain begins to harass your downy fibers...just like old times. Now, having said that, I want these shirts:

Cardboard Robot hotness.

Hellz Bellz knocking the usual bitches out the usual boxes.

Married To The Mob offering wise advice to fiscally unaware bitches.
Rebel Eight killin' it as usual.

Someone(s) please but one(them) for me so I won't feel so sad about not having friends here in California. Clothes are the new bffs. Closets are the new Barbie Dreamhouse.

Oh, and I've pulled a V and named this post after a song. Can anyone guess who sings it?

Deuces,
Erika

This Is Nothing New. Except To Me

I have just discovered something very amazing. It was a supreme revelation. It was an epiphany. It was...a rebirth of thought!

I have just discovered that French people are the coolest people ever! I know I should have known this, and to a degree I did, but after looking at some pictures of French people and then reading words in French, and then listening to some music in French, it really hit me that these people are awesome!

So sry Brits, I think you just got replaced in my heart. And come on Swedes, you're slacking. All that soft, flaxen hair, those knitted sweaters and peaceful attitudes, and that penchant for eating animals wrapped in animals...you guys have all the advantages to becoming number one! But for now, the French have won.

Thus I am now going to live everyday like I am in some French art flick from the seventies. But with clothes.

Deuces,
Erika