doc martens... R E A L L Y ?

NEW TREND ALERT!

Doc Martens. 

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I have been doing alot more walking recently because the weather is getting so much nicer. And what have I been noticing? The Docs. I am trying to wrap my head around this new trend, but I just can't. The last time I had doc martens, I was in the 7th grade. These are just hitting a little too close to home with the middle school nightmare memories. 

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I think this pic is hilarious.

Maybe I'll also bring back my Candies sandals. And my  braces. And my perm. 

But then again, what do I know? I'll probably decide I need a pair in like a week.

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photo diary: project C R O Q U I

I am really getting interested in photography. I always have been, to a certain extent. But now more so than ever. A couple of nights ago, I decided that my fashion croquis were looking a little tired. Realizing how truly out of practice I was, I picked up the pen and paper to start fresh. two hours later I had three new croqui poses. I did a photo diary of my desk as I worked, and below are the finished products. Happy Wednesday!

VOILA!

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maybe i'll take a C A B

Recently, I've been writing about my transportation "situations" quite a bit. But the thing is, public transportation is my only option of getting around here and that means you are really never alone, and these interactions can create some freaking funny stuff! So I have decided that I would just make this the last post in the "transportation segment" of my blog.

So, the other night I was leaving work. Since I had to drop a hand delivery on my way home, I decided to let the company treat me to a cab. So, I hail one. And I get in. I tell him where I am going. And he starts driving.

And boy is he driving! Cabbies usually drive fast, but this guy was flying. And cursing. At every other driver on the road!
"Get out of my f*ing way!"

"Who the hell do you think you are?? Go back to Florida!!"

Blah blah blah. I start to get a little worried. I'm gasping at every green light. This guy is driving like there aren't lines on the road and we're literally swerving between lanes and accelerating and braking spastically. And then it happened. A black towncar stopped short in front of us and we slam into the back of them.

Great. This is awesome. My cabbie is yelling at the driver of the towncar, screaming all the four letter words I've ever heard. The other driver is obviously pissed about my idiot cab driver 1) hitting him and 2) screaming at him. So he steps out of his car. He walks around and stands in between our cab and the road. He's calling the cops. And we are trying to escape. My driver is backing up and pulling forward to try and manuver back into the road. Meanwhile, I'm in the back seat screaming, "Let me out here! I'm getting out!" Not effective...

The other driver is getting really angry now. We're about to drive away. In his state of panic, he flings himself onto the hood! The man is laying on the hood of the cab! What the heck! To make a long story short, my driver reverses and goes forward over and over again, throwing the man from the hood of the car, and speeds off.

The point of the story is that I am really missing my Volvo. That is all.