good bad, not evil.

60s girl groups is def my fav kind of music. (can that be called a kind of music? idk and dont really care.) but the shangri-las are by far the best. mary weiss is kinda my style icon. her hair is cool and ive tried to get my wildy curly hair to be stick straight and cover my one eye for years now. admittedly, their outfits werent very cool most of the time. call me crazy but im not a fan of ruffle shirts and go-go boots. weird, i know. but sometimes they looked cool and those few times have really impacted me. their ~*rebellious*~ music and badass attitude totes make up for all those other shitty outfits. 

skeletons.

i've become obsessed with the early 90s and everything it entails. this is all thanks to beverly hills 90210 (DEF NOT THE NEW ONE. I DONT EVEN WANT TO THINK ABOUT THAT ONE.) ever since i got netflix, which i believe to be created from the hands of god himself or some shit., this show is all i watch. and all i ever want to watch again. 

it has really inspired my fashion choices.  now there is never enough floral, jumpers, or high waisted light wash denim in my life. sometimes watching this show is like watching a really epic foreign film.  i mean life changing drama aside, i feel like i need an early 90s dictionary from all the cool slang they use. 'making it' totally means 'fucking an early 90s bitch'. make sure to remember that because i will be using it all the time.

i wish i was as ripped as donna martin so i could wear crop tops. one day. my new, and only, life goal. i also sorta love tori spelling now. like i will watch her show just in case she mentions BH90210 at any point, or if luke perry stops by so my heart will literally stop.

ugh nothing in the world is more perfect that dylan mckay. total badass but poet at heart. a billionaire who still likes to wear a good drug rug once in a while. plus, look at the sass in that first picture of him with the 'bans. TOO PERFECT! 

divine.

i saw the brothers bloom. the costumes were amazing. i wish i could dress like that everyday.

i should be packing to move back to bayonne, but i just realized i have nothing to pack with. woops, guess i gotta stay in new york. 

i just graduated college.

give me a job, please.

magic bus.

nas and kelis are divorcing. now i really have no faith in marriage. they were so perfect in my mind.

flamingos.

his made me want ray bans. also the guy who offered me an internship at fader is in this. sorry, fader, i fucked up. shoulda worked for you so i could have hung out with wavves instead of hanging out with cases of colt 45 at vice. i should stop avoiding my senior work and finals and do some shit now.

let me kiss you, ryan gosling.

ugh i just read on curbed.com that ryan gosling is working for an actual moving company in new york in preparation for some role or some shit. he is so ~*dedicated*~. i definitely just creamed my jeans numerous times. rygo is like the one of the only celebs that i catch a straight up boner for all day every day. (michael phelps doesnt count as celebrity bc he is an unreal supergod.) 

i dont even want to talk about this picture. never have i wanted to be a slightly mentally challenged middle aged woman with a bad haircut, weird 80s windbreaker, and space age walker more than at this moment. and ive wanted to be that quite a few times already. shit, i would settle for being that fat dude eating whatever delicious food product that is just so i could hang with rygo and potentially see him naked when the movers take group showers. i know movers dont usually have group showers, but chu know that those dudes definitely implemented that once the major film studios made ryry pretend to be down to earth and become a mover. everyone wants to sneak a peak of that action, amirite?! 

instead of graduating from college in the next two weeks, im not going to do my final projectsor go to class. instead i will stalk the streets with that lady, become her best friend, and thus ryan's bestie, and then kill that lady, lie to ryan that she died natural causes, and then we have a mourning make out at least. that would be worth more to me than any meaningless cultural and media studies degree- because lets get real- that wont get me too far anyway.