April 27, 2013

Dress Like A Fashion Blogger (Part I)

Fashion Bloggers are stars people look up to. Although the fashion blogging scene is already saturated with ah-mazeballs fashionistas, it's not too late for you. You can still get noticed. It doesn't take much to upgrade your blogosphere status from anonymity to greatness. I just don't do it because I'm allergic to fame. I shine bright like a diamond even with commonness. The world is not ready for me.

Even if you don't make it to the top, you can still get invited to events and hoard freebies, you greedy, limelight-hogging you  express your artistic side through fashion and inspire ordinary, unimaginative people. C'mon, do humanity a favor and hang yourself follow the two basic steps below.



1. Start with a simple ensemble. 
Age-inappropriate  Baby tee, skirt, beret and OMFG-me-so-nerdy lensless glasses combo is cute enough but forgettable in every way. You need to stand out. Remember, you are a fashion blogger. You need to be creative!


No. Posing cutesy patootsy will not help. Your outfit is still boring.




No. Just no! Every 6 year old is dressed like this.



2. Fuck it up. Experiment!   
  
Be bold! Be unpredictable! Be fashion forward! The crazier, the better! If it doesn't make sense, then you're on the right track. Pretend you're a mentally handicapped blind person raiding a Salvation Army rejects bin.

Ditch the beret. It's so unoriginal. Create a pom pom out of tissue paper and make it an eye-catching headpiece. No one will see that coming! You will be known as the epic hair accessories pioneer.

Erratum: Those are ice cream shoe clips.

Drop the geek glasses too. They're sooo overdone. You wouldn't want to look like you're trying too hard.  Start your own trend instead... like the sanitary pad bracer I'm wearing in the pictures. It has this WHOA factor. It's totally unexpected. It's a symbol of femininity (because, duh, sanitary pad is used to absorb all the nasty stuff from your uterus every month) and strength.

Adding surprising twist to your belt and shoes is also good. You want to be as retarded distinctive as possible.People are generally fascinated by rubbish quirky things anyway. Also, layering is a must. It doesn't matter if it makes you look fat or moronic. 

And oh, NEVER EVER forget those cocktail rings so enormous, you would break your own jaw if you happen to accidentally slap yourself.

There you have it. What are you waiting for? Grace us with your phenomenal sense of fashion, you sexy thing!



Let me know if you want me to make DIY tutorials for the sanitary pad bracer and toothbrush sash.

Toodles!

April 25, 2013

Just Eat The Damn Cake!


Here's a cheery post because I'm having a greaaaaat day. 

Coming out about depression has been one of the best decisions I have ever made of late. Of course, there's a minor downside to it, namely thick-headed bastards people who say these things: 


You're depressed because you just want attention. 

What in the actual fuck?! Walking the streets naked will definitely get me A LOT of attention. Clinical depression won't. I have a PhD in attention whoring. I should know what I'm talking about. 


Don't they look like boobs? 


Pray. He will make it go away. 

Uhm, to whom should I pray? Satan? The last time we talked, he told me he's not really into prayers. 

Why would you take medications? You don't need them! Just exercise. 

Well, exercise didn't help much but my meds did and I feel so much better now. Are you a psychiatrist? No? Then shut up!



Just focus on positive things. 

You idiot! The problem with depression is... you guessed it right, you are unable to have a firm grasp on optimism. 


Look at all the unfortunate people around you! They have the reason to be depressed, not you!

Seeing other people's misfortune doesn't make me feel less depressed. It exacerbates it! It  makes me feel guilty for having this mental illness despite having everything I need. Thank you for that, asshole. 


So you see, clinical depression sucks. And although it can be cured, I wouldn't wish it on my enemies. I still have a heart. 

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I'd wish those fuckers syphilis. 





A recent conversation with a mean girl in my circle:


Mean Girl: Clinical depression? Sheesh. You're doing it for the attention. 

Me: Fuck you with a hundred cacti! 

We're good friends now.  We warmed up to each other. 


Clinical depression does bring out my crass side. I'm loving it! 



April 13, 2013

Look At Me



Look at me, look at me, look at me!

I look very pregnant in empire silhouette Tell me I'm sexy, tell me I'm sexy, tell me I'm sexy!

What? We blog for a good dose of ego-stroking, right?

No? Just me? Fine.




dress: Bamboo Blonde
shoes: River Island
earrings: Aldo