I'm leaving for australia tonight at like 12 AM or something for the next month so this past week has been filled with getting as much parent-free fun and enjoyment from my friends in vancouver. last week we had 'star wars day' at work. it was pretty awesome/ridiculous/retarded. Only the klazy people who work in the stock section of american apparel can get away with bastardizing the sexy cotton basics of dov charney so i wasn't allowed to dress up (my role can best be described as a 'walking mannequin') but i have acquired pictures.







C3PO DAT U?????





haha omg.



he's supposed to be chewbacca. he has a profuse amount of body hair to compensate for so minimal a costume.



you can even see the customers lurking in the background and observing our fuckery.





star wars day was then followed up with the short-lived Naked Day.



Okay, moving on...

I'm interested in clothing to an almost obsessive and unhealthy extent and i sometimes force my friends to catalog my outfits so here are a couple from the past week.









I had the following interaction with a vancouver bus driver the other day.

him: how're you
me: i'm good, how're you!
him: not half as good as you look.
me: (i stare horrified at this lecherous old man whom i had previously had respect for as a public figure)
him: what are you doing tonight
me: AHHHHHH I'M BUSY

and then i ran to the back of the bus but unfortunately it's hard to avoid someone when you are avoiding them on the same vehicle they are driving.

and here are some random pictures.









(my friend is learning to become a makeup artist and asked me to help her out as a model the other day. unfortunately her teacher decided to switch up the process the day i came into her school and i ended up being paired with one of her classmates who proceeded to do makeup on me comparable only to that of a soccer mom prostitute. that's what it looked like after i wiped the spatula-applied eyeshadow off.)



okay bye!!