poem

people always tell me, "sorry but i have to leave,"
and as they walk away they sneak a laugh into their sleeve.
is it something that i did
or is it something that i said
or is it something that i didn't say but thought of in my head
and if you truly are a psychic you will put me in my place;
but if you aren't, please tell me why, was there something on my face?

maybe it's an eyelash?
i hear those are for luck,
on your cheek just waiting for a breeze to pick them up.
i wish i was an eyelash so that i could float away,
and eyelashes they never have weird things upon their face.
or maybe it's beside that! i never liked my nose,
my parents, they have small ones
but mine grows, and grows, and grows, it's gross.

i hope it's not my lips or i'll need my money back,
i paid someone a lotta cash to make 'em nice and fat.

OOTD: lo$er

WEARING:

DIY "LOSER" cropped tee

American Apparel spandex leggings

ghetto a$$ runners

Aldo sunglasses

Today was the first day I actually changed my clothes since, like, Monday. So. That gives you a little taste as to how I've been. My left ear has been plugged from this damn head cold for what seems like centuries and I fear I'll never hear properly ever again for a week!!1! Anyway, so I decided to actually leave my tissue infested bed and go for a little walk but FIRST I had to dress the way I felt. This outfit was the outcome of those feelings mixed with a little Tumblr outfit inspiration of this one outfit I saw that I SWEAR I REBLOGGED and was going to post, but is gone into the ever growing vast interwebs. But I mean, it looked like this (kinda). Also, I really just wanted a chance to show my butt. I haVE A BUTT LOOK AT IT IT'S BEEN 87 YEARS I FINALLY HAVE A BUTT PRAISE DEBRA MESSING YOU GAYS!!!! I never in my life, ever ever ever ever ever ever, thought I'd be one to actually enjoy working out. Something happened to me. I must have been abducted. Or hypnotized. But it's happening. Help??? Or don't. I like my butt. Do you like my butt? Don't answer that, GRANDPA. But enough about me, how are you? HA HA PSYCHE! No one is here.

edit: I just realized my drink I've been drinking has SUCRALOSE IN IT. C'MON SERIOUSLY IT IS 2014 THIS IS STILL A THING??? AT LEAST MAKE THE FONT BIGGER GOD DAMMIT EVERYTHING'S GONE TO SHIT

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INT. TEENAGE GIRL(well, she's pushing it but let's just say she's a teenager because she's psychologically unable to perceive herself as a responsible adult)'s bedroom - NIGHT

TEENAGE GIRL is in her pajamas and has no makeup on/hasn't brushed her hair AKA she looks cute a frick okay don't even try to judge her she's her own person! A child!! T.G. is scrolling through TUMBLR and as we zoom in we see adorable photos of puppies (she's such a innocent one!!). Suddenly the bedroom door swings open and enter SUSAN, T.G'S overbearing mother. At that very moment, all the puppy photos turn into graphic hard core dog porn!! DOG PORN!! T.G doesn't follow tHOSE sorts of blogs!! She's a child! SUSAN casts a disappointed look towards her childish-yet-still-considered-a-teen-but-probably-should-grow-up daughter as T.G. frantically tries to exit the browser without success. As soon as SUSAN leaves, sobbing, the photos turn back to normal. Then, OH SHIT, SUSAN enters again and the cycle continues over and over and over and over and over again until the dogs come home.

TEENAGE GIRL

                           Pun intended.

PAN OUT

OOTD: peace tea

WEARING:
Thrifted yellow knit, blossom skort, bowler hat
Converse All-Star's
Thrifted name plate necklace
Thrifted circular steam-punk sunglasses
Black suede Aldo wedges

I hope this weather never ever ceases to exist. I can't remember feeling this happy in ages! Who knew all I needed was a little bit of vitamin D? Today I channeled my inner thrift demon and pieced together an outfit that reminded me of sunshine/My So Called Life. I then proceeded to pose very elegantly, as usual. You can always tell when I'm in the best of moods when I walk (dance) down to the Mac's store to pick up some healthy snacks (chocolate/ice cream) and go sit atop the playground where I went to elementary school and listen to music with all my friends (alone, with some girl and her dogs watching me). I think it's my happy place. But I guess anywhere there's chocolate and my best friend, Me, is my happy place. I'm honestly in such high spirits you could come up and stab me in the stomach and I'd probably just want to take a selfie with you. What? What did I just say? As you can probably see, I played around with photoshop a little with these photos, putting them side by side or is some funky blended layout; gettin' back to my Piczo roots. I ruled Piczo. I've been diddling with HTML lately, too, to try and re-vamp my blog's appearance but I only got as far as adding those ugly buttons you can see on the side. It's just so HAAAAAAAARD so TTTIIIMMMEE CONNSSUUUMMMIINNNGG. I'm not going to worry too much about it though, as my site doesn't get an extensive amount of traction anyway. BUT maybe that's why, because it's ugly?? Who's dog do I have to pet to get a professional site maker around here? Or a boyfriend? Or something? There must be a number I can call...? Anywho, I've had to pee this whole paragraph, so I'm going to go do that now also I've been listening to country music and enjoying it. I'm too happy. This is becoming hazardous.

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OOTD: black friday

WEARING:

Faux leather jacket from Forever 21

New York cropped long sleeve from Urban Outfitters

High waisted black BDG jeans from Urban Outfitters

Black leather satchel from...Urban Outfitters!

Black booties from Spring

Cat eye sunglasses from eBay

Wow, what look at this shit I'm really on my OOTD game theze dayz. Today was one of those fluke days where you're all OH MY GOD IT'S LIKE SUMMER LET'S GET STARBUCKS AND DRIVE AROUND WITH THE TOP DOWN AND HEY LET'S GO TO THE BEACH WHY NOT OH WAIT NOPE IT'S A FLUKE IT'S GOD DAMN COLD OUT HERE BY THE WATER HELP!!!! But you like, do it anyway. It was chill. Also can I get a lint brush up in here? New super fun contest, spot the dog hair! Get on my level of pimp, people. My friend recently got in her possession a Ranger Rover (you can see it in the corner or and also it's the first picture rofl ok), so I'm really feeling that. I'm actually awful. We drove to the beach-each (ew) and basically just sat in the car staring at the water (our phones) because it suddenly decided to drop 15 degrees and become super foggy and cold, obviously. Stay tuned for another chapter of my ever so exciting life because apparently I'm ending this right now? Yep that's what's happening. I also think I'll upload a new video tonight or late tonight or something so SUBSCRIBE FOR THAT!

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OOTD: blue collar

WEARING:

BDG High waisted jeans from Urban Outfitters

Thrifted button up

Nasty Gal high low sweater

Aldo Baroque necklace

Beanie from American Apparel

Aldo backpack

 

Then I switched outfits super quick!!! Lol!!!!!

Hey! Welcome to the first outfit of the day post in 2014! How exciting! To be honest with you, I'm writing this post in my sweatpants because I was wearing that outfit soley for the post of a long overdue OOTD on here. Ha. Ha? I mean, I was totally going to wear it all day, but I began to have sweatpant withdrawals :((((( So here we are. I've had a lot of coffee. Caramel macchiatos are now the fruit of my existence. Aren't you glad I told you this very important information? I should go. Bye help me bye.

oh, hey

          So I'm just going to write this as fast as I can because I figured it was due time that I posted something on here. Even though this has and will have no significance on your life, I feel like just putting this out into the Universe, you know? Are you supposed to capitalize the "u" in Universe? Kind of like how you capitalize the "g" in God? No wait, I think that's just because that's a name, and you do that with names. Unless you're like high school me and you sign your name in lower case letters at the top of every god damn (sorry, *God damn) assignment because it was "unique". So anyway, like I was saying, I was in the bathroom, because thats where I do all my thinking- not like when I'm actually going to the bathroom or whatever ha ha gross, but mostly when I'm just standing there staring at myself in the mirror, contemplating the endless black hole that is my life- and I was like, "Are you supposed to capitalize the "u" in Universe?" And here we are. Here I am, really. There was someone here a minute ago but they left. People always leave and you're always stuck standing in front of a mirror staring at yourself wondering about the Universe. It's sad. Want to know what else is sad? I spilled an unidentified liquid on my keyboard and now the keys "g", "h", 5, 6, and 7 are super hard to press down so when I said I was going to write this as fast as I could that really translates into me typing a lot of words with "g" and "h" and then having to go back and add "g" and "h" into every word requiring "g" and "h" because I didn't slam my entire face into them, which is the amount of pressure they need in order to actually work. So this is taking longer than expected, whatever "this" is. I figure since it's been so long since I've posted that maybe no one will actually read this and I would have been better off writing this in my diary. I'm 11 years old and I have a diary. But I don't use that either, so, here we are again. This is sort of therapeutic, actually. Maybe I'll write more frequently! Maybe I'll become a writer! I'll go back to school and take a lot of writing courses because I took Honors English all throughout high school and it's practically the same thing, right?? Right? Although I didn't exactly enjoy Honors English; the semantics of it all. I love a good book though. I could read books forever... if I had an actual attention span. I have this unhealthy habit of starting a book and stopping halfway, and then starting another that catches my eye or is more shiiiinyyyyyy. Although I am reading one right now that I believe I'll finish before the apocalypse. It's called "One More Thing" by B.J. Novak, that tiny dude from the Office that sported frosted tips for a necessary period of time. He was also a writer for the show, and a damn good one, and his talent shines brighter than his bleached locks in this book. It's all a series of short stories ranging from two lines to twenty pages and it's the kind of writing that makes you go: "Ha" and "Hmmmmm" and "HA" and "HahahahahahahahahahahahahaHAHAH whoops sorry imaginary significant other, didn't mean to wake you from laughing at this hysterical yet heart breaking debut novel", and also "Hey, I could write stuff like this or whatever or something!" So, here we are again again. I don't know why we always come back here, we should really find a new spot. Relationships are all about taking chances! We need to spice it up! What about IHOP? Alright, it's time to wrap this up if it's taking a turn for imaginary romantic scenarios with whoever is reading this. Unless, you want to? You're right, sorry. Talk to you the next time I feel the need to blog vomit. Or when I'm in the bathroom and I've stared deep into the window of my soul which is my bathroom mirror and thought about my fears and the inevitability of death and ok fine this is the stuff I come up with when I'm taking a shit. It's good though, right?

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