after my week in sunny Mexico, sitting on the beach being fanned with palm fronds and sipping on Yak, it’s pretty darn hard to come back to work. pobre de mi!! (my book of easy Spanish phrases is coming in pretty handy today. i’m going to go ahead and assume that you are enjoying this lesson in linguistics)
sigh (suspiro). the only thing that’s keeping me going is the thought of seeing these two tonight, doing their thing. i love them (los amo). they R A fever (fiebre). so, until tonight (hasta esta noche) i suffer and wait (sufrir y esperar)……
i blog from Toronto, but mostly about other places. warmer, fashionier places. i am the DJ sometimes, i am what i play. i collect 45s and can never have enough. i read a lot and would love nothing more than to tell everyone what my favourite books are and fear i will never understand why no one cares. my fierce loves for my pug and for the Smiths know no bounds, except moral and legal ones. i love burroughs and hunter and their mostly sick friends. and most swedish bands. i devote myself slavishly to all things Wang and should really cultivate some balance when it comes to anything Opening Ceremony. my eyes are bigger than my paycheques. i am trying to stop talking and wanting so much and wondering if this will help. this is a blog dedicated to the fashion i can and can't afford, narrated by Morrissey.