HELLO, my lovely lovelies!! Have you all had a good summer? Never mind, I don’t really give a shit. I’m sorry for my long absence, yet again. I’m having internet-related troubles at home (i.e.- I don’t want to pay for fucking internet), so I’ve had to schlep my laptop over to my local dirty pinko commie library to use their wifi. Which led me to my inspiration for this post.
You will NEVER IN YOUR LIFE be as cool as bloggers/writers who take their laptops to their local wifi hotspot and write for all the world to see! There is nothing more cozy than going to a public area and writing about your deepest thoughts and feelings while the local creepy hobo stares intently over your shoulder, asking about your wallpaper and what HP7 stands for (HARRY POTTER 4 LYYYYYYYYF).
Do you own a belt. Well, my friend, I must tell you that your belt in inferior in every way. Here is the proof:
I’m betting you’re speechless with awe and wonderment. I’ll give you a moment… The best part of the existence of this belt is a 2 parter: 1- my friends and I call it the DAINERACE(like Liberace, but with the name Dain! SEE?! SEE WHAT I DID THERE?!) because it was bought by a person named Dain who is…2- a dude! Guys, don’t even act like you don’t want the shit out of this belt. Look how it could pull this whole emsemble together
AMIRIGHT?! Also, these!
I will be back next week for a part 2, I promise!