Tuesday, May 3, 2011
wearing thrifted Ellen Tracy skirt, H&M sweater, child's motorcycle jacket from leather shop, Made by Elves shoes, necklace from Lili Vintage in New Orleans, Banana Republic bracelet
Why are they always eating at Subway on The Real World? Can't they get a reputable food establishment to sponsor the show? Oh wait, I'm the only one who still watches it, so I guess not. And speaking of advertising, how am I supposed to extract meaning and enjoyment from life without Donald Draper's weak-chinned profile brooding through a haze of cigarette smoke on Mad Men? With the series postponed until 2000-God-knows-what, I'm resorting to marathons of Chloe and Lamar just to make it through. Clearly, I can't go on like this. My brain will literally implode on itself from disuse.
In happier news, I am approaching the 3-week countdown of my trip to New Orleans. I can't wait to bury my face in Alligator cheesecake.