Flashbakk, part two

Oh how I miss the days when I possessed the pins to strut about the cobbled streets of Liverpool in patent shoe boots and skin tight sweat-inducing snakeskin spiderswebbed pvc leggings.

Time for diet mtn dew to commence...

Envious

So Chanel is pretty much the single best representation of what I aspire to. Aesthetically, physically, beautifully, fashionably, wonderfully, sophisticatedly, gorgeously sensual and oh-so-chic-it-hurts baby.

I want that watch. I want that show. I want those nails. I want that hair. I want that jacket.
Oh Karl, baby boy, I want it all, pretty pretty please?

Pretties

As is this one. I can certainly declare that I am more than proud to count this young lady among my nearest and dearest.

Stunnahs

This girl's website is simply beautiful. Pure up and coming talent if there ever were such a thing. Enjoy.

Post #6 - Daily Anecdote, Number One

So, when trekking onto campus with your housemate on a determined, and mainly enthusiastic, library raid, it is best to wear something Amish in style, but touch up with a bit of cleavage, Armani lipstick in hot death red, green velvet witch boots and cute-as-pie ankle socks.
It shocks the hell out of those chinese people who thought that we blondes had no imagination or integrity...

Amish sluts rock.