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backundkochrezepte
brothersandsisters
cubicasa
petroros
ionicfilter
acne-facts
consciouslifestyle
hosieryassociation
analpornoizle
acbdp
polskie-dziwki
polskie-kurwy
agwi
dsl-service-dsl-providers
airss
stone-island
turbomagazin
ursi2011
godsheritageevangelical
hungerdialogue
vezetestechnika
achatina
never-fail
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Grow Up
Every time I wear all black, I feel like an imposter of Zana from Garbage Dress. For some reason, the black lace and sequin details of this tunic do not translate as well into pictures as I would like them to. Last night I was a gin soaked dance machine who broke it down to Lady Gaga. Today I felt lost on public transit while listening to The Fall. I love life.
Labels:
outfits,
photobooth,
sequins
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