maybe it's my meds talking?

this is really uncool, universe. i mean, i am WEAK, ok?
i am just geting over intense feverosity, aches, general miz, and then..this happens.

this is put out into the world, and my innocent and fragile HEART is SHATTERED. (i am not talking about lady gaga's supposed teeny weiner).

who thinks this is ok?



i went so far into NOPES with this shit it becamee a NERPS.
NERPS!
few things reach NERPitude. NERP is for like: paris hilton, dudes with nail polish, that haircut where all your hair is combed over your face, and ed hardy air fresheners.

i cant believe my true blue fireburning love got me to this level but..this is the worst pic ever and these shoes (for gucci?!) are sort of a bust. dudes that read this blog..would you wear these?!

MARK!! marrkkkkkk. why whyyyy. you're better than this. i luh you...
i feel faint.

not that kind of prada

agatha ruiz de la prada is, let's be real, like a cheapy cheesey faux-gela. she does weird surreal-y bonkers shit but the craft looks subpar and the execution is suspect fer sure.

THAT BEING SAID...
i would maybe wear this. sort of.



what i WANT to wear
is shiny shiny rubbercolor on my leggssssssss



isn't it mesmerizing?!? sooo prettyyyyy

this, not so much:



nopes:



not on your LIFE:



ps PARIS HAS STARTEDDDDDDD, LOVERRRLIESSSSS yay

thanks kyle, for submitting her for stuff on my head...