Okay. So this is a little kid dress I bought. It kind of squishes my boobs in a weird way but whatev. I still heart it. I’ve spent the past 24 hours in a blond wig (soooo fun) and thigh highs. I spent $300 at American Apparel, bought a bunch of new records (some black moth super rainbow and blitzen trapper to name a few), and saw a Halloween parade (dear Atlanta, I heart you, xoxo, me). I wanted to stay another day but my little brother was tired/busy/a boner and wanted to come home. So basically I’m still drunk from the mimosas/vodka redbulls/ PBR’s I started drinking at ten a.m. and I’m headed off to continue the wreckage and watch some Canadian girls in sweaters play music. I was Lolita today. Nabokov represent. Oh, and if anyone is in Atlanta, we’re headed back next weekend for the lovely girls of the Fringe Factory + Greg Cartwright at the Highland Ballroom. Sorry if this is nonsensical. I’m nonsensical. My wig is blond. My dog is black. I luuuurv you guys.
The Snowshoe Rabbit