I love leggings.
And I want the ones pictured below, but I can't bring myself to spend $348 on leggings because I have yet to wake up and discover that I have become Oprah's daughter in my sleep. Damn.
So instead I have to settle for these. *sigh* Lol.
Working as the BCBGeneration Specialist in Macy's Impulse Dept. this year revived my wardrobe and reawakened the dangerously trendy tendencies that live inside of me. Hence, the leggings. I even have damn shoe booties and various other Jessica Simpson accessories. I should take more pictures when I leave the house but I seriously suck at cam phone pics. I need a paparazzo on my payroll. He will be for TwitPic purposes only. ;-)
Oh yeah. I love Nicki Minaj. Since the general consensus on her is either intese love or intense hatred. Then again I don't give a shit about whether or not she's "good for hip hop" or whatever. What do I know? I used to have a Ma$e cd. lmao
Speaking of hip hop, how long are we gonna let Aubrey Graham be Drake? Is this necessary? Damn you CTV for firing him. Spinner needs a friend and all he has is that stupid band. I'm just saying.
Anyway. Where do I wanna go next? I was gonna stick to the old LA fallback but I also owe Roger Talley a visit now that he's in Vegas. I should just go to McRae and eat corn pudding with Pamma and Aunt Jean for a week.
*-I've been a blog neglectress. I apologize to the like 1 person who follows me. =D