Opening Ceremony S11 PreSale

Happening Monday.

Now that that's out of the way, please address your attention to the shoes on the bottom left.



Let's take a closer look, shall we?



Jeremy Scott. For Adidas. TEDDY BEAR SNEAKERS.

There is no reason on this earth that I can come up with that would make it okay for me to wear these around, but I am still inexplicably drawn to them.

Lanvin for H&M

As my friend Chris would say, "Amazeballs."

I Smell Like Smoke

It always baffles me, the amount of people who are at the mall...before stores are even open.

Having a weird hair day, and now, thanks to sitting outside with my boss while she had two smokes, I'm going to smell awesome for the rest of the day. I don't hold much stock in this Sunday getting any better.

Polka Dots

This shirt sold out within the first few days of the Alexa Chung for Madewell launch about a month ago...and yesterday, someone returned it into the store, tags-on, brand new. What happened next should be OBVIOUS. I snapped it up before it could even go back on the floor. WIN for me, FAIL for my bank account.

Not sure why, but I've been lethargic and tired all weekend. It's a struggle to keep my eyes open even now, and it's barely past 9PM. Have to power through, though, because I'm going to watch 'The Town' in about 20 minutes with some friends I rarely see, despite living in the same city.

Maybe I'm depressed.

Happy Days Are Here Again / Get Happy

In such a low, low mood.

Barbra and Judy. Further proof that I am a gay man in a woman's body.

Lance

Some adorable 4 year old singing 'You Are My Sunshine' - This song is dedicated to Carter, who also loves this song so much that he'll whine when he hears it.

Kamikaze Dog

So, THIS guy nearly gave me a stroke just now. We had been out at a friend's to hang out and watch Glee, and he was perfectly fine. He got a little antsy, and I figured, okay, he has to pee, no big deal. Take him out, and of course, he doesn't go. Fine. That's just fine.

We drove home, and once we got to our neighborhood, he started getting antsy again, so I think to myself, 'Oh, he's excited to go home!...or he really has to pee...' But I roll down the window and let him stick his head out, because he's done this billions of times and he doesn't even really like sticking his face out that much.

Then we get to our street, and TWO HOUSES before we get home, he decides to CRAWL/FALL OUT OF THE WINDOW. This is where my stroke happened.

He starts crying, I park the car haphazardly in the middle of the street, and when I see him limping towards me, I stare helplessly at my house, just trying to wake my parents up by sheer willpower. Finally, I manage to get him to stop crying and trying to scramble back into my car (?! what the heck is wrong with this dog?!) long enough to reach my phone and call my mom. There was actually another number I wanted to call too, but I refrained, as it's 1 in the morning, and I'm not a complete moron.

He's curled up in his bed now, and I'm taking him to the doc first thing in the morning, so the shock of what just happened has finally caught up and I'm being a big weirdo and crying while typing. Ridiculous.