Ultraviolence

Top: My dad's. Bodysuit: American Apparel. Shoes: Converse. Cross necklace: Forever 21. Pearls: My mom's. 

Thought I'd go for a Molly Ringwald/80s/Didn't give a shit look today. I was originally going to wear my new YRU Qozmo sneakers, but I knew I'd be doing too much walking to be in 4 inch platforms all day. I just love my Converse. These beat-up ass sneakers have been with me since middle school. That's a long ass fucking time.

Last time I wore this bodysuit, it was Halloween. Guess who I was.

Give up? I was Alex DeLarge from A Clockwork Orange. In 2011, I became a little obsessed with that movie and its imagery. And I was a little too amused by that rape scene when he was singing "I'm Singin' in the Rain." Whatever. I have issues.

By the way, whoever said being a journalist was fun lied. There's nothing fun about transcribing a bunch of interviews. Word for word. God-DAYUM this is tedious. I just want to sleep. The third season of True Blood is my background music, and I'm slowly contemplating a junk-food induced nap because I just can't deal. Never getting sick again. 

By the way, that Lumineers CD sucks. It was boring as hell. All that excitement for shit.

Fashion: Bitch, It's Not the 90s Anymore!

Top: Forever 21. Flannel: Old Navy. Jeans: H&M. Earrings: H&M. Shoes: Chuck Taylors.

Still stuck on 90s mode as you can see. Wasn't that last post enough?? Guess not. 

I was going through some old Subterranean vids I had saved on the telly. You know, because the powers that be have nixed the show and now I can't delete the videos because they're basically all I have left? Anyways, they did an episode with VMA performances. Most were from the 90s. Like Trent Reznor bathed in an overhead bright light, singing "The Fragile," looking gorgeous while doing so. Or RHCP playing "Give it Away" while a bevy of random ass people got on stage. Or Eddie Vedder looking so sincere--and kinda whacked--while singing "Animal" while his smelly-looking bandmates played along. Mmm. Eddie Vedder could get it back in the day. Yes, his voice is really weird, and he looks kind of odd, but like I said. In his youthful stage, he was a hottie. MTV, re-take notes. That was good shit. No matter how many teen pregnancy shows or fake ass dating programs you throw on that channel, nobody will forget about awesome it used to be.

By the way, I started a new Tumblr, so check it out!
http://thatblackhipsterchick.tumblr.com/

Fashion: What I Wore

M.I.A.!!!

Cardigan: Topshop

Tank: Hanes

Harems: H&M

Shoes: Converse

Rings: H&M

Decided to work the harems today. I didn't know how to wear them, so I thought dressing down sequins would be a good start. Plus, I've been wearing so many neutral colors lately that I thought a good pop of color was necessary. Too bad my parents thought I looked like a bum. :/

I think my name should be Derpina Jones. Just because I am that. A derp. A derp who knows she is a derp and is trying to not be a derp, but in that pursuit, come off as even more of a derp.

Woke up late today for work. I was an hour late. Luckily, my very scary, very intimidating boss is out on medical leave, so I was spared the proverbial foot in the ass. I work in an office at my school. Much of my hard-earned income is spent travelling to and from the city. What do I do at said job you may ask? I'll tell you.

I sit at a desk.

I answer phone calls.

Occasionally, there might be work for us to do.

I make friends and we have pointless yet satisfying conversation.

I sometimes study. 

I think dirty thoughts about my hot co-worker.

I put together potential outfits in my head.

You get the idea. My job is pretty easy. Why is this in poem form you may ask? I don't know. Deal with it.

Got at least eight different things I plan to buy with my future money. I've seen some cute shit at GoJane includign a skull-print pussy-tie shirt and some copycat American Apparel leggings for half the price. I've been wanting the American Apparel Disco Short forever. Need a cute pair of flats and some oxfords would be perfect.