Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
This is pretty much in response to my last post, but today like the miracle it was, I found something.
I want to display this story as accurately at it happened.
It starts out at 4pm after my training session with my boss.
He sends me on an assignment to find poses I like in magazines, so I'm like
OK I'm going to go to B&N.
SKIP 3 HOURS LATER
I show up to what I thought was going to be a B&N in Stamford, CT.
Little did I know this was destinies calling. I show up at the 5 story Stamford Mall.
SKIP AN HOUR LATER
One pair of beautiful Ray-Ban Highstreet* Wayfarers
& two news sets of H&M socks later I pass a little store called Charlotte Russe.
I'm like ok whatever I'll walk in and see 'sup.
SKIP TO 20 MINUTES OF POINTLESS BROWSING AND ONE CREAM LACE TOP LATER.
Shinning like a light from heaven a specific ring case on the jewelry table catches my attention and like a gift from god himself a little gold ring floats out of the case, its shine and glory burning my unworthy eyes while the sound of heavens trumpet playing angels fill my ears and into my hand falls the most glorious ring of my life. Yes. A knockoff Cartier Panther ring. Though not as freakishly identical as the MG ring, equally as breath taking. And... it fits all of my jynormious man fingers like a glove.
Thank you Charlotte Russe, your new dedicated jewelry shopper, Tayler.
PS: Please excuse my strung out look and my lack of nail varnish, its been a long week and I had to come home from my glorious day of shopping to clean my giant ant infested garbage can D:
you win some you lose some.
The biggest idiot in fashion right now:
Truly, what a cocky ignorant selfish stupid fucker.
I mean what guy with a brain cheats on one of the most badass girls in entertainment?
He's not even a good model, people just like him for his exposure,
Which you can pretty much count as old news now.
Luke Worrall is dead. Officially.