Method in madness

Though this be madness, yet there is method in it.

- William Shakespeare, Hamlet  

These are sad days indeed, very very sad days.

So, Hedi Slimane killed the Yvves out of YSL and I killed my dream to have something screaming out the initials YSL (no, my knock off track pants from Bangkok with a VSL sprawled across the booty does not count). Somehow, SL doesn’t quite cut it, you know. YSL, much better, see?

And Betsey Johnson is filing for bankruptcy. She was is my dream designer, it was my life aim to own something from Betsey’s collection and now, it is all ending, the era is coming to an end. Ugh! Nemesis, I hate you.

On the good side, all the items from Betsey’s collections are being sold…in a clearance sale! I managed to snag me a pair of her ‘rare’ (that’s what it says) panda bear rhinestone earrings.

Betsey I gotta piece of you. RESPECT.

Okay cutting out the cheese in my mood. I am in the Capital again, this time for good.
Finding a house here is more difficult than finding the proverbial needle in the haystack. It is possible to find the needle eventually, after you throw or eat the hay, but the house, hah!

A barbie pedicure. And yes, i have ugly feet.

If it is not the sky rocketing prices or the fact that I am a GIRL (and therefore, requiring more love, care and protection (ka ching!), it is the crazy landlords. Mom and I actually ran from a knife wielding crazy lady, screaming from her terrace. Her face, I shall never forget. Those crazy eyes, just out of a Poe short story *shudder* 

God has given you one face, you make yourself another

- William Shakespeare, Hamlet

Anyway, so now I am shacking up with some girls I know I can never be friends with, though basic courtesy and manners might be possible. Anyhow, I foresee days of being cooped in my tiny room and escaping boredom by inane self-administered beauty treatments, though not as inane as Tom Cruise's bird shit facial mainly because it is to hot too go scrape bird poop from my window sill.

Sayonara

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