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agness deyn.

OUUUUUUUUUUUUUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAL SEW QUTES.
biggest love hate relationship of the moment. very cute, very chic, moonlights as very hipster when pushing the vintage derelict hobo look too much. bad agness, naughty agness.
she's actually gorgeous for the entire jean paul gaulthier MADAME campaign, but other than that i feel that everyone is gush gush gushing too much over her quirky unique stylings which are really a typical 16+ fashion sense, and never-may-care attitude. maybe im just bitter, unappreciated, a brunette, and poor.





you cannot wear a mesh drape with strategically placed warhol patterns to cover your unmentionables. because i will mention them.


boy bodied granny wasted cute shark print buttoned fly high waisty camel short. reminds me of that blondo in lords of dogtown.


granted, on a runway obviously, so she cant be blammed for her pirate-chic glam.


modern day super model? up and coming kate moss? the newest twiggy?

or a soon to be deadbeat pride attender singing female masturbation songs while pushing 60. same difference no?

her being dressed in a patented-shoulder-padded-barbie-pink blazer reminds me of that special time in a young girls life where she decides that barbie needs a new hairdo. anyone with barbies however soon realises but never really gives up on changing barbie from her intended theme. tried to change barbies hair? never worked. whether combed, nor cut, barbie is one stubborn cunt, and no matter how many artifacts you piece together from various barbies, the new mashed up look never looks good, and never compliments your barbies newly dyked 'do. please purchase whole new outfit with non fitting shoes for 19.99. thanks mattel.


we get it , you're quirky. WHAT AN INDIVIDUAL. the red really brings out, your complete utter lack of pigment.

this doesn't even look that great

honestly
this only proves that once a babe, a babe in anything. from hot couture, to hipster trends, or your grannie's panties stretched into a doily dress. WHY NOT
looks like a dickie is trying to kill you agness, watch your back.


"oh gosh im so shocked you got me in my rushian babushka doll traditional african warrior chainmail casual seawear outfit...do you think the hat is too much? does it clash with my betty page face? no? the orange bedazzling wasnt too much? good. maybe i'll wear more neon doilies next time."



hold on there hotty hotty hot pants, theres enough teal spandex here to house an african tribe.


people rave about her bringing back a punky edge to fashion, cute is cute is cute. she could chose any identity and work it. what about this beach bum tan, sew cute. i don't think they sell up teh punx for 400minutes at 60$

i could dress her flippant do and fresh face up in a bag of flaming turds and people would still squeal what a fashion forward muse she is.

groan.

so,

ive got a blog again. i mostly have talked so much about wanting to get back into blogging, missing writing, not really having an accurate depiction of how mad i get at times at the most ridiculous things...that yes, i've gone and done it. i've gone off to the e-deep end and i've abandoned livejournal and committed to blogger. as an introductory post which will go down in history as my first blogspot entry, im gonna leech off of margaret cho and make fun of my asian heritage. god bless jenny and her dickies.

now. everytime i mention dickies, everyone either looks at me utterly confused as to what i'm even rambling about, or with a bizarre leer as to why my mother is wearing the same pants as avril lavigne. s8ter m0m never really caught on.

but no. these are dickies. this is a dickie.
hell, even a fleecy dickie to tickle your fancy or maybe even to crawl into on groundhog day and kill yourself when you dont feel like putting up with winter for another few weeks.

sorry mutt. is not a dickie.

but wait, i know i know, youre all thinking, but jen , what about all the various holidays i celebrate. really? you think they can cut the neck out of a turtleneck and put a loincloth on your chest but not be prepared for passover? YOU FOOL welcome to the easter dickie.
get ready to slip into your most queer dickie variety, thats what.

thankfully to ready yourself for hilarious testimonials, they prep you to fear for your life with mannequins, which have the eyes of albino hamsters. i mean, if that doesn't increase sales, call me silly !
"my order arrived here at the office in the morning mail. Quick service!! Thanks. I’ve got the navy one on already under my lighter blue work shirt, and it looks and feels great. After I model for my wife, I’m sure I’ll want more. Dave
if a husband, or for that matter, anyone i've ever rubbed genitals with in a past present or future life, had ever once even had the dimmest bulb of a thought of "yeah, jen will totally dig this dickie".... i can't even finish this thought due to excessive gagging and convulsing it's brought on, but it'd probably include an abortion, two paperclips, and spam.

i could ramble all night about this, i'll probably go out now and think of various other google image searches i couldve done and touch base on this tommorrow. and no, "dickies naked sluts" didnt turn up anything interesting unfortunately. 'naked dickies turtlenecks' did however provide a cute lil idea for st patricks day.