...work in the mailroom here at school.
(This is us, in a nutshell.)
Some of our other friends - who happen to be male - have been prank-subscribed to some magazines. They don't want them, because they are rather quintessentially girly. Thus, our apartment has gladly acquired said magazines - the kind that we would never actually buy or subscribe to ourselves because they would squelch our feminine dignity.
But since we have them, we figure we might as well read them. I mean, who wouldn't want to discover "what to wear, what to buy, and what to skip," "get the hair, skin, and body you want," find "new ways to wear your jeans," and learn to "shop like a fashion editor?"
I had a little time this evening, so I had a good time looking over the latest issue of In Style.
Apparently, I am not rich enough to be truly in style.
However, I can dream, right?
I found some things that I want (when I am rich and famous, of course). I can't use polyvore for this, because these items don't match. But I can display them separately!
I want to smell either like this:
Or like this:
I probably wouldn't use these, but I think these eyeshadows are really cool:
I love this skirt (maybe minus the bow in the front):
I really like this dress:
(Here we depart from the list of things I want.)
I think Penelope Cruz is gorgeous:
I love V8 Fusion juice; it's yummy (it was in the magazine, so drinking it must automatically make me cooler):
I guess that's all I have time to list, because student teaching requires that I go to bed early. Lame, yo.
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