Sometimes, there are just no words. I should be kept away from all stores. And I still want a Prada dress, and Alexander McQueen wardrobe, and Gucci, but THIS IS FUN, DAMN IT. And I love Watchmen, as we all know. And it's a new experience, loving something, and then companies actually ENCOURAGE you to buy stuff related to it! This is capitalism! Usually, the stuff I love no longer exists, or is so small and weird that there is no merchandise for me to geek out over. I mean, I have tried to find a Transmetropolitan shirt, or Blackadder merchandise, or ANYTHING related to the movie Flight of Dragons, which may have just been a wonderful dream. So maybe it's a good thing I don't like Twilight. Besides, you know, it sucking like ass and making babies cry and shit.LOOK UPON MY WONDERS (WATCHMEN STUFF)My Rorschach shirt, which is indeed teh sex. BEHOLD ITS AWESOME. BASK IN THE GLORY. BASK, GOD DAMN IT. Isn't it sad that this was the smallest size they had?My Watchmen sweatshirt, which is too freaking big for me but I LOVE it, anyway, so SILENCE YOUR MUTTERINGS. Also, my dog is freaking cute.The back if my sweatshirt, which is if anything even more amazing.Tales of the Black Freighter, in a special tin box that validated the price Best Buy charged me, god damn it.Me loving on philosophy and superheroes.My hat, which will warm me on the cold nights with its awesome.No, I will not wear all this stuff at the same time, except maybe to alarm my family and friends. I have a sense of fashion, you know. And sanity. Just because I ignore it doesn't mean it's not there.In conclusion, this is why I have no money, even though I work constantly. And why my parents wonder if such behavior is normal for twenty-something females (it is). But even if you put it all together, it would cost less than one pair of True Religion Jeans, so really, WINS ALL AROUND.- LV
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