GET OUT.
GET OUT.
THERE IS AN H&M IN WOODBURY.

GET OUT.

Whoa. I mean, whoa.
So I knew they put a new fancy-shmancy outdoor shopping center mall thingie in the ever-growing Suburban Paradise that is Woodbury, but for realz? An H&M?

(Now that I hear it, I believe Ms. Fuller had mentioned it, but I guess it didn't stick.)

And now on H&M.com they're doing a GIFT OF THE DAY where a sweet-ass piece of their sweet-ass merch is discounted off of their already sweet-ass price. On December 10th, their jeans are $15. Jesus.

I can get a KIMONO for $20. Have I ever told you that I really need a kimono? Okay, no, I've never actually said that, but fuck man, if I can get a kimono for $20 from H&M I am damn well going to do it.

Ahh, H&M. It's a good thing that I don't have any money, knowing that your beautiful store is almost literally within arms' reach.

So, if you find yourself fabulously wealthy come Christmas time and you have lil' ol' Anniemosity on your heart, you can purchase my love with a trip to H&M. Or perhaps order me one (or both) of the first two items here... or maybe pick me up a pair of these (unless they are made of real alligator... then find some kind of suitable substitue).

Also, while we're on the subject, Versace's pre-fall line (and I'm not quite sure what that means, but we'll go with it) is full of TIGHTS. DONATELLA, YOU ARE KILLING ME. I mean, really? Leggings were bad enough, but now apparently the new trend is tights under... wait for it.... wait forrrr ittt....... open-toed shoes.

I know. Everything I was taught about fashion is currently being shaken around like a decent martini. Black and brown are apparently okay to wear together (thank Pelowski for bringing that shit back from France), and now tights with open-toed shoes?

Maybe this is the way the fashion pendulum swings. I'm a n00b.

Aaaand one more fashion-related musing. Caridee won this cycle of ANTM, right? I so wanted Melrose to win, although she is a raging, certifiable psycho. She was a kickass model, amirite?


Okay, I'm done. When did this happen to me? Christ.


Oh -- and just one more thing. WTF is happening to the shape of Lohan's face? Drugs? Or drugs? Or booze! No, just drugs. Wow.