Spotted

Animal prints have never really been my bag. But lately I've been getting all up in the mix with printed faux fur coats, scarfs, and even shoes. When I saw these bad boys for less than $70 (oh yeah, and they are knockoffs) I pounced right on them like a tiger because I did not want anyone else to have them. But then, I had to put them back because I realized that I had bought the same shoes in a different animal pattern weeks before. How sad.

Animal Collective meets Victorian Vicky

Bitches be straight trippin' in the winter. I'm just playing. I saw this girl Loretta on 34th street the other week. She looked cool, but had such a stank face. I couldn't tell if her stank face was because she was on 34th street, or because she hated that I was following her around like a little puppy trying to get a her attention. So I asked her about her boots, to which she ignored me. I then ask again, "Hey, where did you get your boots from? She replied, "Um, a vintage store." I say, "What vintage store?" She replied, "In the city somewhere." I say, "Oh, which city? New York City? If that's the case what store?" She replied, "Yeah, the city." I then answer, "Thanks bitch. Nice shoes."