chasing pavements...

i am convinced that i am into self torture. well maybe not torture, but definitely into putting myself into awkward situations...

for example, today i had breakfast with a boy that i am attracted to and maybe have minimal interest in, only to go to a place where the guy he is dating works. after many exchanges of oogly eyes between him and the guy he likes, i realized my life is some really weird, kinda sad sitcom....where the main character continually goes through the same events over and over only to keep on search for the impossible. well, maybe not impossible. but definitely the far fetched. well anyhow, i then tagged along with him to buy jeans at urban, only to hear him keep talking about the guy and everything they have done this last week. i am definitely categorizing this into the "friends" commonly. that is an obvious thing to do but funny that i keep on doing this to myself.

besides that, my day has been nothing too special. picked up some vintage hats from lula in st. paul for a fashion show i am helping out with on friday. i must say the hats are amazing and if i was a girl i would rock the black sequined that i saw there. so 70s and gorgeous.

i am such a style geek it is amazing. besides that, here i chill at spyhouse just pondering the rest of my day and what to do. kinda want to go on the search for some sweet overalls or a jumpsuit. want to change up my look a little bit. really just want to chop off all my hair, but my agency won't let me. so instead clothes is the way i must go, but it is something i am already addicted to. it is my only vice i have realized....well that and boys. the ones that are bad for me...