Don't Touch Me Like That

While At Retrospect I've realized how much I dislike the notion of having someone else's clothing on me. Well, at least the clothing of people I don't know. I am weirded out by the prospect that these used clothes may have Monica Lewinksy-esque stains on them or even worse...saliva.

I found this sweater that I really wanted but couldn't bring myself to spend $15 on used clothing that was probably manhandled and left in someone's backseat after a night of anonymous sexual drunkiness.

Google drunk sex and you'll know what I'm talking about.

Hearts of Fire

Oh dear me, I have now begun to supplement my incredible diet coke addiction with a even more incredible iced-coffee addiction. I feel like such a whore right now, it's not even funny.

I feel as if I were Johnny Castle and my coffee was Frances "Baby" Houseman. I just want to be all over that shit. All under-aged, illegal and stuff.