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Archive for March, 2011
Postcards from the Ledge
Monday, March 21st, 2011Long Lost Lohan
Monday, March 21st, 2011For those who were dying to buy (or at least try on and TwitPic) the ill-fated Lindsay Lohan x Ungaro collection, you might want to pull out your credit cards.
Four of the better dresses from the collection, which to our knowledge weren’t sold anywhere, have surfaced on eBay.
They’re from a pretty reputable vintage site called StyleBug, and they run around $450, “or best offer.”
Make that “best offer” a case of expensive spray tan, a court order, and some leggings, and see what happens.
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Patrick Bateman is not Jason Bateman
Monday, March 21st, 2011Things to Discuss This Week…
Monday, March 21st, 20111) If Dakota and Emma go to Gallatin at the same time, will they share an apartment like Mary Kate and Ashley did?
2) Have you gotten “date night” advice from Gisele yet? If you’re an intern at W, you have.
3) Rag & Bone & Julia Frakes in an empty chicken coop. Please let this be a Matt Jacobs production.
4) Cory’s blonde. Read ‘em and bleach.
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“The Trendiest Girl in America”
Monday, March 21st, 2011Check out Brittany S. Pierce (Heather Morris) in the Gwyneth episode of Glee.
She’s wearing a sweatshirt by Wildfox Couture, which is super-adorable but also super-expensive… $108, to be exact.
Is everyone in Lima, Ohio secretly loaded?
Did Brittany steal it off the set of her Teen Vogue shoot?
Or does Rachel Berry just get way more allowance money than she cares to admit?
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On the Street
Sunday, March 20th, 2011Aftershock
Saturday, March 19th, 2011I don’t like you anymore, but my gut doesn’t believe it.
It slinks into a straight line through my stomach whenever I see you, then hangs a left and heads for my heart. What the hell.
I don’t really want to care who you’re touching or what you’re drinking, but the residue of something we used to know won’t wash off my mind. I leave fingerprints of dissolved conversations on my glass. I cough blood on your old sweatshirt and swear I’ll throw it out. I haven’t yet.
It would all be okay if I were in ninth grade, but I’m not. It would all be okay if I thought we should be together, but I don’t. Instead it’s just the ghost of a feeling that I strangled and kicked and sliced, until finally I convinced myself that it was done.
Is this because of the Super Moon? I’m shutting my windows. I’m cranking Led Zeppelin. I’m kicking you out of my guts.
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