hundred acre wood

knotty girl

2009-04-02T08:50:00.001-07:00

all we need is an island.

2009-03-31T13:48:00.001-07:00

went to the thrift store today and hit the jackpot. These were my favorites for the day. Those amazing gladiator sandals? They're Michael Kors. I will ride them til' they die this summer. Also found a pink vintage floral betsey johnson dress that's for sale on etsy. Go check us out!

yes m'am

2009-03-30T20:41:00.000-07:00

2009-03-30T19:22:00.003-07:00

http://www.clickclash.blogspot.com/

2009-03-30T19:09:00.000-07:00

watch and learn.

this charming man

2009-03-30T16:24:00.000-07:00

So tuckered out. I don't know why my song posts aren't working. meh. I started at American Apparel today-kind of feel like a sell out despite the hottest red spandex pants ever. For free. My roommates said I shouldn't go out alone in them for fear of being raped, however I don't think I'll need to worry about that.

Because today I met a boy that if I sat on his shoulders I could see the whole world from end to end. Just what I've always wanted.

stand on a pedestal and dance.

2009-03-29T22:45:00.000-07:00

the creme de la creme

2009-03-29T22:30:00.000-07:00

I think I live for the sound of music. Not the movie, but the literal context of the sounds of the music. hell, the musique. When I hear a favorite song, I've got a walking music video in my head-churning out one bizarre clip after another. Yet it fills my shoes will dr. scholls, and my heart with fervor and dreams. a stone cold keeper. God I'm lame.

2009-03-29T08:50:00.000-07:00

Sorry there won't be enough grunt in these initial posts for all you bloggers extraordinare.

Kennedy and I were on the train the other day and came in contact with this royal blue pitbull. And I do mean royal. It really made me want one...so I could parade around like the little white girl thug muffin I truly am, with my meanacing offpigment hound named mr. squeeze.

2009-03-28T19:34:00.000-07:00

bangarang. goodnight internet space cadets.

turn and face the strain

2009-03-28T15:32:00.000-07:00

I just moved to Boston. My favorite city in the states-and making my heart grow each day. Bigger than scrooge, bigger than the grinch. Yet I fear success to the magnitude of a deaf mute fearing the day he can see and hear again. A blurred vision with a sudden POP of lights, city, country, food, people, war, hunger, starvation, politics, happiness, flowers and fields. This is success to me. A mess of people glaring at you with your slimy scales and goggly eyes in a tiny fish bowl riddled with dirty water. I used to be a big fish in a small pond. But maybe a big fish in a big pond is too much space. Time is relative to the observer, and my time in the pond is just begining. Ribbit ribbit croak.

2009-03-28T13:43:00.000-07:00

reading: infinite jest
watching: six feet under
feeling: at risk
hearing: age of consent: new order

2009-03-28T13:26:00.000-07:00

bangarang

2009-03-28T13:16:00.000-07:00

I've signed on to the bloggers union. I wonder if we'd ever have to unionize over mistreatment and sappy blog entry page cuts. Let's hope for such a revolution.

hi i'm chelsea; nice to meet you.