40 Minutes to Kill...

It's been a minute, but figured i'd give this whole blog shit a go again...

be prepared for a very superficial and/or ridiculously useless post.

i love shopping. i'm talkin' all ashlee l-o-l-o-l-o-l-o-v-e it. but something has been hindering my innate ability to score inexpensive yet super-stylish duds. i can't quite put my finger on it, but i'm fucking tired of it. never can find anything i want..er rather anything i feel like shelling out the pesos for..and if i do it seems it's never available in my particular size (which is a completely different post; how can i wear an xtra small and a large all in the same day???). so now i'm faced with a closet full of tons of past seasons' fashions, and hardly anything en vogue. i feel my personal "style" changing, however, unfortunately i feel it shifting towards more and more expensive tastes...take today for example...just a casual lunch hour jaunt to the mall..i'm in NEED of some new black sunglasses..my $17.99 mossimo target specials have oh-so-specially streched out and now fall off my face if i check my blind spot too quickly (a MAJOR safety hazzard)..so i checked wet seal. i checked american eagle. i checked the knock-off kiosk. i even checked fucking CLAIRE'S (desparate times call for desparate measures).

then, i stroll in to sunglass hut. and there, behind the shiny locked glass sat something similar to these beauties:



anything that remotely struck my interest (meaning large, dark rounded rectangular shaped faintly marykateashleyolson-esque- shut up-) had some wonderfully expensive designer's tag on em. and the price to go with it...i dunno bout ya'll but where i come from $200 is just too much to shell out for something i hang off my ears. well...relatively anyway..cuz if i was marykate and/or ashley, i'd have 12 pairs of these fuckers.
my point is, WHY THE FUCK DOES THE COOL SHIT HAVE TO BE SO GODDAMN EXCLUSIVE???? it's just not fair to make poor people look like fugs.
on a brighter note, i did receive word today that a brand-spankin-new DSW just opened in Ft. Myers...at least my shoe collection has breathed a hopeful sigh of relief.
That shit is BANANAS.
And so will I be once i set foot in that mecca.