We're about ten inches deep and I'm nursing some serious cabin fever and my fourth amaretto cranberry. The great thing about drinking at home with no intentions on leaving or being remotely social is that you don't have to put on pants, or underwear that still has elastic left in it for that matter. The day after christmas=largest buzzkill of the year. To compensate for the loss of anticipation, high-spirits and general purpose, direction and worth that accompanies this day I made the most of my morning and took a trip to the New Hampshire state liquor store, the sole attraction and redeeming feature of my town, and arguably of the entire state (post the collapse of the Old Man in the Mountain, rip.) A combination of the sub zero temperatures and hours spent being forced to interact with my profane family is making me cruder than usual, and also leaving me with no choice but to substitute a hot water bottle for a lover. On a brighter note, locked in my New Years plans today after about of month of deliberation thanks to my indecisiveness. Finally decided on the Ganesvoort Park Avenue rooftop, and I'm unbelievably excited to see Lauryn Hill perform. Haven't decided on the outfit yet, thinking either a Helmut Lang black lace one-sleeved dress, or a green jungle print Max Mara maxi..will have to see what other people have in mind and feel it out.
Tried to post a weirdass video to a mind blowing song, but have given up, in accordance with my aforementioned loss of purpose and drive, so here's the link:
bombay by el guincho - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AIdUBVjyY5A
try it on for size.
&images via studded hearts xxxxx
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