Swatch of the Day is back

I kind of had to after calling it out in the previous post.
So here it is again, the Swatch of the day.Except it's not a Swatch at all.
2009 will surprise you like that, watch out.
hahahahahhahahaha, get it?! Crazy!

Doug's Song #1

Sometimes I make up songs for Doug.
He really seems to dig 'em so I thought I'd start sharing them with you.
This could potentially become one of those reoccurring posts but if you remember "Swatch of the Day", then you know I'm not exactly reliable when it comes to that stuff.
A one.
A two.
A one, two, three:

Regretfully out with the old...

I like to get attached to inanimate plastic things. I'm good at it.
I miss you, baby nokia 6010.
Text me!

Now that's a hip hip!

You might be jealous of my new phone.
But I know you're jealous of my new carrying case.

by Crocs

Note: If you work for a fashion blog, feel free to take these pictures without asking first.
I'd like to avoid filling my inbox with hundreds of e-mails.

Pretend this is all written in ComicSans

I've always felt like my blog doesn't do justice to my creative vision, graphically speaking of course. And I just figured out why.
Blogspot doesn't offer ComicSans as a font option.I find this obnoxiously limiting in terms of artistic expression and I am planning on doing something about it, which I will surely blog on here. Don't worry.
But how awesome would it be if I could match my blog to my work e-mail and documents?
So awesome!

I still love you, America.

I'm so mad I forgot my American flag converse at home today.
I had to wear these stupid things while watching Obama's inauguration.Soooooooo lame.

CARA-MY-ASS

First of all, calm the fuck down people.
Secondly, I just got the lamest chocolate bar of my entire life. (This includes the time when I lived in a third world country where the chocolate is laced with shit.)
I finally tried Caramilk after living in this dorky city for two years. And it really surprised me. You know why? Because there's no fucking caramel.Please look at how it's dripping with caramel in the packaging. And then look at that dry crusty block in my hand.
Oh, I get it. That's not actually caramel in the picture. In fact, it's bullshit that's oozing out of that milk chocolatey bar.
Whatever. Don't buy this shitbar.