been there, done that, messed around

today's title comes from la roux's bulletproof. it was playing in forever 21 today and got stuck in my head. again. oh well. at least it's cheerful.

in case i hadn't made it clear, i went shopping today. in comparison to the momster's haul, i didn't get too much. you should all be proud. see?

clockwise from left to right: the widow of the south, an at-home parafin spa kit, urban decay's essential shadow box, eye shadow primer potion, and the best bra of all time

audrey hepburn t-shirt dress and floral lace leggings, both from forever 21

technically the at-home parafin spa kit was one of the momster's purchases but i'm counting in my books too. mostly because i'm going to be the first one using it as soon as this blog is over.

oh, and the bra isn't just me being slightly inappropriate (come on, do i blog every time i go bra shopping? i think not. well, except for that one time with the rainbow bra, but that was an exception because...rainbows). nope. this time there's a story behind it.

you know how victoria's secret has all those mannequins scattered throughout the store? and they always wear the cutest things? well, at the fair oaks victoria's secret the first mannequin you see in the store was wearing the same bra pictured above. isn't it cute? i think so. unfortunately it was sold out in my size, so i had the momster distract the saleswoman while i...well, technically i stripped the poor, unfortunate mannequin, but it was all for a good cause giving the store money and therefore stimulating the economy and doing my little bit to get us out of this recession before i have to get a job so just...

no, really. i know it sounds bad, but at least i paid for it, okay? and so what if i didn't find another bra to put on the mannequin? that would've looked even worse. i was lucky enough that no one saw me taking the bra in the first place - trying to put one on it would've looked a bunch worse. i could've been arrested. the mall cops would've been all, "why were you doing inappropriate things to a mannequin in public?" and i would've had to be like, "i wasn't! really! see:

no, really, how is he not gay?

and it would've been awkward for everyone. oh, and i was already an hour late for jenibean's birthday party (she turned old legal eighteen today so everybody head over to her blog and say happy birthday, okay?), which then turned into two hours between the momster's pressing need for cheesecake factory and the horrible traffic in fairfax/chantilly.

anyway, while i was shopping today, i came to a surprising conclusion. it's probably going to get me a 2 on my ap econ exam, actually, but:

the average american consumer is a moron.

seriously. 

this one's $12.00. 

harsh words, but while in forever 21 today - a store i usually consider more sensible than urban outfitters or free people, much as i love them both - i discovered that people will willingly spend over twenty dollars on 37 holes and leftover bits of t-shirt. not even a shirt. a shirt-fetus. in nine months these might one day have emerged as fully grown t-shirt members of society, but those darn chinese factory workers got to them and aborted their little fabric-y souls before they ever had a chance.

since i just got home from jenibean's birthday party (where, s-la, meggo, and emmeline-with-no-code-name-because-she-doesn't-blog-but-don't-get-any-ideas-gina-this-can't-be-your-label-because-you-blog-and-also-it's-too-long-and-has-too-many-hyphens-oh-my-god and i decorated her room in a manner which i, personally and redundantly, think deserves a blog post. a gentle hint, bean), i'm going to finish this post up with two things. never mind, i lied and am too lazy to hit the backspace button. it's going to be three things.

thing the first: dear lurkers - and i know you exist, sitting at your keyboards and being all lurker-y - did you know that you can comment anonymously? really, you can. just hit the little comment button at the top of the post and say something so i know i'm not hallucinating you. thanks.

thing the second. more la roux:

thing the third. the very best birthday song: