dreams be dreams.

none of my stupid 20 year old life problems would matter if the spice girls were still around. girl power would reign. so would platforms. everything in my life was so much less complicated when all i cared about was getting stickers from those ten cent SP gums or getting the SP pictures from 7-11 that i didn't already have. obviously ginger was my girl. obviously i would stuff myself to look like her once in awhile.

the point is, i miss being 12. even 16 was better. i keep getting bills in the mail and it hits me everytime that i'm responsible-ish now. i looked in my mailbox on valentines day to, you know, see if i got any. instead AT&T decided they'd ruin my life. i left them in there to rottttttt. i guess i'm gonna have to deal. i'm not getting any younger, and with age just comes more complications. gotta just rollllll with the punches, AM I RIGHT?

COULD BLOGGING BE ANY MORE FUN? it's my new addiction. i used to write in my diary everynight, and this is like totaaaally a super close second. it's also a great way to distract myself from all the shit i should probably go do.

MARCH IS ALMOST HERE. you know what that means! the return of cute rain gear, bomber jackets, stacey's birthday and the hope everyone holds onto; SPRING WILL SOON BE SPRUNG.

words cannot express how much i've hated this winter. it's cold, i stubbornly decided to not buy boots, and new yorkers have gigantic sticks up their asses when they have places to be and we get 0.000000022319 inches of snow on the ground. i can't wait to lounge in bryant park when it's warm. with my giiiiiirls. just livin' the dream. speaking of bryant park, fashion week 2010 is kaaaaaaaaputski! honestly the most exciting time. i'll get there someday. i'll be in a marc jacobs show. bet your bottom dollar.

time to get crackalackin' on this sunny sunday.