Caution: Some pretty crappy photos ahead. As my Photoshop skills are somewhere between zero and 0.1, some of the pics are horrendously massacred, but I'm so anxious to show you my new bubble skirt and the funky vintage sweater I got from mom that I'll just put them up here anyway and then delete them someday and pretend they never existed.
I've eaten way too many macadamia nuts again and I'm feeling sick to my stomach. This had happened like a million times before so I knew I'd be sick, but I still kept eating them. My hand somehow found its way to the bag and before my mind could interfere, I was grinding those bastards with my teeth. Damn!
Oh, almost forgot: let me introduce y'all to Mr. Hat. I met him in Zara and took him home with me for not much money. Whoa, did I just make my hat sound like a cheap prostitute? Sorry, Mr. Hat, you know I love you! (Here I go again personifying clothing items. What a weirdo!)