Dream Dresses (in no particular order and from various websites)

Biba - Flame sequin mini dress

MinkPink - Can't Be Tamed Dress

Keepsake - Say You Will Dress

NastyGal - Emme Crochet Dress

NastyGal - Gold Rush Dress

NastyGal - Laced Cape Dress

Reverse - Precious Metal Dress

ModCloth - Title Sequins Dress

BB Dakota - Licorice Cordial Dress

ModCloth - Midnight Blush Dress

Modcloth - Shimmering Skyline Dress

ModCloth - Pep-lum Talk Dress

ModCloth - Twirl Power Dress

ModCloth - Season's Tide-ings Dress

50 Dresses - Simply Stunning Dress

ModCloth - Pyrite Perfect Dress

BB Dakota - The Faith Lace Dress

Christmas hasn't happened yet, but I'm also more than unopposed to receiving New Years presents or going away presents. Contact me for sizes and a more in-depth description of which ones I would prefer over others. 

You think I'm kidding, but I'm not. I'm prepared to elevate you to automatic bestie status if you decide to gift me with one of these dresses. Also, I'm a really good baker.. 

New Life Motto

"I'd rather eat a dish where she fails interestingly than someone else's dish where they've achieved mediocre." --Simon Majumdar (on judging The Next Iron Chef: Super Chefs)

Clearly applicable to more than cooking. You're welcome.

Musings.

I wear cute clothes on the reg. I've posted about 5 (ish) of my outfits (that quite frankly haven't been all that great) on Lookbook.nu, but I've since stopped because A) it felt too pretentious and B) I have better things to do with my time. I'm always curious as to what else these people who have so many posts do with their lives. I mean, okay, some people take a self picture with a Mac or PC or whathaveyou and that appears to take relatively little time. But what about the people that have full fledged photoshoots? "Oh, I just happened to casually spend every other fifth day in some obscure meadow where people take hundreds of pictures of me. If I'm not in a meadow, I can be found in some hipster-indie abandoned shack." I mean seriously? How do they do it? Is that all they do with their lives?? TELL ME YOUR SECRETS.

Hah, or don't. As I've said before, I've since stopped caring. Maybe it's just growing up and getting older (ew, never! I vow to remain five years old at heart until I die), but I've grown to realize that I just don't give a damn about what other people think of me (select people excluded from this general population). I will continue to live my life the way I want to, regardless if that means that I'm wearing black lipstick for a casual afternoon or throwing on excessive amounts of plastic costume jewelry for a formal event. I live my life for me and I highly suggest that you do the same.


And yes, I live by the age old adage that 'more is more is better'. Okay, so maybe that's not really age old, but whatevs, I'm coining it now.

Brings me back..

One of my all-time favorite songs. So sad I missed this concert just recently, but hopefully at some point in my life I will get to see them live.

Happy Hump Day!

I mean, for real. Any time this song is on the radio I get super excited and then I crank it really loud. Extra points to the station if it's the Kanye West version.

SLYTHERIN FO LYFE

Stop playing coy, as though you don't know what July the 15th brings.

Typical/Story of My Life/Lovefest

I've been saying for awhile that this girl was growing on me. Now, I think it's official: I'm in love.

Reasons Why...

I am starting my period right now and it sucks. Whine and moan, you didn't need to know that, TMI, blah blah blah, whatever. It happens. I digress. While this situation is one of the reasons I can't stand being a female, there are so many more reasons why I'm happy being born the way I was. As much as I complain, etc, times like these are the ones in which I appreciate being a woman even more.

Reason 1: Free things

I love free stuff (duh!). I'm not talking about free alcohol at the bar, though. I mean all for guys buying me drinks and whatnot, but it's my personal belief that if you can't fund your way at the bar, then you shouldn't be there. The free things I'm thinking of are those little ones. Extra toppings on my salad or a free drink with lunch because I don't have enough cash on me? I bat my eyes and I'm good to go.

Reason 2: Confidence boosters

Yes, I know those men on the street are annoying when they catcall, but when I'm having a bad day, I take what I can get. Not that I'm typically a fan of watching someone slow down, hang out of their car window, and proceed to ask me "Where you going, sweet thang?". I'm just saying that on days that I feel my worst, at least someone finds me and my womanness sexy.

Reason 3: Lack of manual labor

What gentleman in his right mind is going to let a woman struggle with something? Now, I'm all for feminism and equality and the whole notion that women can do everything that men can do, but sometimes I just don't want to do it. I'm very much a fan of the fact that I can smile and sweetly ask one of the boys at work to carry the heavy bags filled with laundry down to the laundry room in 90 degree heat and humidity.

Reason 4: Things to fight for

Not that other groups of people don't have this, but women have quite the abundance. Equal pay for equal work, abortion rights, etc... I say yes to protests and defending what you believe in, even if I don't agree with your position. 

Reason 5: Awesome selections of shoes and clothes

Boys have awesome clothing and if you know me, then you know I'm a fan of the "borrowed boyfriend" look and wearing boys' clothes all day, but in my opinion women have a MUCH better selection. This needs no further explanation.

Obvi I have so many more reasons of why I love being a female, but this is just a little something to help me get through this week because goodness know I need it. If you need me at all, I'll be repeating this list of the joys of womanhood in my head while downing copious amounts of Motrin.

Something to do

Cultivating my new Pintrest addiction. Peace, bye. See ya later!

Staples

Good Lord, this song is so God awful that I won't make you listen to it, and honestly, I really can't stand Ke$ha aside from the select handful of traits that I can count on my left hand. In all seriousness though, this song, rather this poor attempt at lyric writing, is rather explanative of two key elements in my life. Hence, "Boots and Boys":

Boots and boys, oh

I think it's time that I mention

I've got myself an obsession

For the smell, for the touch

Keep that scruff lookin' rough

I know I've got myself a habit

But I gotta have it now

I don't care where, work it out

Let me break it down

I try it on, I take it off

So what you got?

Something 'bout boots and boys

They bring me so much joy

I gotta say it, I wear 'em both so pretty as I walk in the city

Watch out, boots and boys

Give me boots and boys

Give me boots and boys, boys

I'm keeping quite the collection

Take nothing less than perfection

Cowboy boots, cowboy boys

Oh, the joy

My men drop beats like a bomb

Excuse me now, huh?

Wind me up, spin me 'round

Oh, lookie what I found

Boots and boys

They bring me so much joy

I gotta say it, I wear 'em both so pretty as I walk in the city

Watch out, boots and boys

Give me boots and boys

(Crazy for you, crazy for you)

Give me boots and boys

(I'm crazy for you, crazy for you)

Give me boots and boys

(Crazy for you, crazy for you)

Give me boots and boys, boys, oh, oh

Hey, hey, hey, watcha looking at?

Hey, hey, hey, something you can't have

They've got me looking rad

You feelin' that?

Boots and boys

They bring me so much joy

I gotta say it, I wear 'em both so pretty as I walk in the city

Watch out, boots and boys

Something 'bout boots and boys

They bring me so much joy

I gotta say it, I wear 'em both so pretty as I walk in the city

Watch out, boots and boys

Give me boots and boys

(Crazy for you, crazy for you)

Give me boots and boys

(I'm crazy for you, crazy for you)

Give me boots and boys

(Crazy for you, crazy for you)

Give me boots and boys, boys, oh, oh

Boots and boys

Boots and boys, oh

And now, as retribution for that abhorrent mess above, let's drool:

Who are these men? I don't care. Google "shirtless men" and have yourself a party. And these boots? Stalk Shopbop and see why I'm obsessed, though unfortunately too broke to buy. Also, yes, I'm including booties in this post too. Deal with it. 

Oh, hey, information overload. Obvi this isn't everything I liked, but I thought I'd be a doll and save some goods for you.. ;)

Who Says?

I adore Selena Gomez. I mean, seriously? Gorgeous, talented, and all about maintaining one's sense of self-worth. She is also the sole reason I watch Wizards of Waverly Place.

Emotional Obsession: Angst

Current obssession and inspiration: angst. Achieved by constantly feeling and looking pained and anguished. Accompanied by excessive ammounts of black eyeliner. See also: brooding.

The Scream by Edvard Munch. Oh hey, angst in 1893.

This comic = so relevant. Using all black for the win.

Teen angst in general. Appropriate. 

Angela from My So Called Life. Angst, angst, angst.

Gossip Girl: sex, booze, lies, and angst.

Angsty band: The Pretty Reckless. She was also a member of Gossip Girl. Correlation? Yes.

The Veronicas. Don't let their semi-pop sounding music fool you. It's merely disguising their angsty lyrics.

30 Seconds to Mars. Please note that Jared Leto was also a cast member of My So Called Life.

My Chemical Romance. Need I say more?

Nine Inch Nails. Trent Reznor and crew. Oh god.

Gareth Pugh, a super awesome and super angsty designer.

Taylor Momsen. Again. I know it's for the third time, but come on. She is the poster child for modern day super angst. I mean, just look at all that eyeliner.

A picture of me taken two weeks ago. Proof that I will forever be an angsty teenager.