Before I start ranting about blazers and Poison and what will probably lead to crass words about a vagina, its fair to assume that since you read my blog you are not blind…so you can see that I have a new banner! And that it shits on the old one! A very special thanks to my very talented friend, doppelganger and potential life mate–should I ever satisfy my alter ego, Philip the Lesbian—Amelia Diamond for drawing the illustrations that include a version of the ever-so-coveted Nina Ricci
excuse for shoes and several projected images of what she has seen me wear. See, Hanneli. I like turbans too.
Many have you have inquired, whether by twitter, email, or blog comment about who makes my fancy flamingo white blazer with cheetah peek interior.
Well Repellers, the blazer is from an old Dolce & Gabbana pant suit (pre-recession) my mom used to wear while she was riding the Hillary Clinton campaign trail.
Just kidding, she wasn’t even a US citizen until about three days ago.
I love my mom. Do you love yours? Is this something we need to talk about?
She doesn’t know I’ve taken ownership over the blazer, but I have. It’s mine now and I’m going to tell the world about it.
Good, if you didn’t I would have busted a (knee)cap in your ass.
Now, I bring you these. A la Opening Ceremony, DUH.
Is it just me or do these $555
toupees booties bare a rather striking resemblance to Cousin It?
Ok then, happy Friday! …in spirit of the long departed but never forgotten beeper: 143.
(It means I (1) love (4) you (3), dumbass.)
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