"Grab the shovel, Harold."

Silk Top- Wilfred, Snake Print Tank- Wilfred (Aritzia), Lace-Inset Bells- Free People, Cross Necklace- Vintage, Layered Necklace- Iosselliani, Square Cuff- Fallon, Triangle Ring- Pamela Love

As usual, Joey did some obvious photoshopping on that last picture. There's just something about my face that makes him want  to...alter it. Ha. It does kinda make me want to reconsider my reconsideration of the eyebrow-bleaching though, as I assume it would look somewhat like this- creepy. And what girl doesn't long to look creepier, right?

So we are about to watch 30 Days of Night, which I am way too excited about. Maybe because it's (quite literally) the last remaining horror film that I have yet to see (foreign or domestic). Actually I missed out on the whole Saw thing, but that was absolutely on purpose. There's a big difference between a scary film, and one where a useless villain just goes bonkers throwing bloody severed limbs all over the place. Although they did churn out some pretty damn good slashers back in the '70s. Slashers are actually entertaining, it's the torture porn that bothers me. No, worries me- maybe it's the unbelievably trenchant sexism. But that kind of applies to like, over half of all movies ever made. Harold and Maude is really the only romantic comedy I can think of that isn't just swimming in "ladies are stupid so just throw pretty things at them and they might shut up". 

Ok, Margaret Ebert, signing off.

Oh ya- I bought the lavender hair dye. But I don't want to part with my nose ring. SO. Looks like I shall be playing the adolescent with an attitude (ohmygodmomyoureruiningmylife) for a little while. I could always get a job at like, Hot Topic.