rumpledstiltskin

rollin' with the homies.

 my aussie sisters from another mister (otherwise known as spell) gave me this awesome bag dangly. and all the dogs in my apartment building love to bark their asses off when i walk by a clinkin'.

 i'm on a religious relic rollercoaster. between my plethora of crosses and the jesus piece, i'm giving the pope a run for his money.

konichiwa bitches, i'm back! happy new year! i realize i didn't do the obligatory happy new year blogger post, but you know why? i was busy getting wasted. sake, champagne, vodka, tequila.....down the hatch. but that doesn't mean that i don't love you all and think that you rule. cause i do. i'm just not one for sentiment. it's hard to incorporate cuss words in a sentimental blurb. hope you all made resolutions that you are currently breaking. still kidding. ok anyway this has been my run of the mill dirtbag outfit: the fall edition. you may remember my summer dirtbag outfit. which is pretty much the same thing with sandals instead of boots and sans 2 layers. i've decided because i spend my days dressing other people by the time i get to myself i give up and grab whatever is close to the bed. wash, rinse, repeat. maybe just repeat. how dirty can flannels get?

tank//elizabeth&james, vest//blu moon, flannel//vintage, denim shirt//one teaspoon, rosary//pamela love, boots//barney's co-op, sunglasses//persol