Since the world's supposedly ending today, I should buy myself a new pair of shoes. Might as well look good those last 24 hours or so, non? It would be cruel and unusual punishment to let me shrivel in the confines of my home, thus rendering it justifiable to shell out the plastic card for this ... Read More
Bag Whore: Lady Dior
It's ironic, isn't it, that the words "whore" and "lady" should appear in the same line. I suppose it's not entirely paradoxical if you so happened to be mid-sentence summarizing Julia Robert's transformation from a common whore to a high-society lady upon meeting Richard Gere in the ever classic ... Read More
Bag Whore: Mulberry Alexa
I never believed in love [during the hormone-dominated reign of the teenage era]. Nor was I ever one of those Nicholas-Spark-loving romantics. I'm only seventeen (though nearing eighteen in less than a week!); thus I doubt my ability to let down my guard and give unconditionally to another. ... Read More