oh how times change

when i was 15, i liked this band called my chemical romance.

ok, that was a lie.

ages 15-17 were spent MADLY IN LOVE with my chemical romance, and i still love them, but in a more sophisticated, not dressing like gerard way kind of way.

but anyways, in those days, even the thought of meeting gerard, of touching gerard, of having a conversation with gerard, were unfathomable.

enter obsession ages almost 18-present, shawn harris, singer/guitarist of the matches.

he looks like this:




as of tonight, ive seen his band play whilst pressed against the stage four times.

ive spoken with him, on two separate occasions.

i baked him cupcakes, which he apparently liked very much.

ive touched various parts of his body while he leaned into the crowd. p.s. he kind of smells.

im not exactly sure what the difference is this time.

im just gonna come out and say it

i love american apparel. 

seriously, no matter how creepy that dov charney guy is, how tasteless and offensive the ads are, how terrible the music in the stores is, and how rude the employees always are, i cant help but love locally made and sometimes organic super soft cotton jersey clothing, that not only mixes and matches with other american apparel, but works REALLY well with vintage and homemade pieces. 

so, if spending my birthday giftcard (and then some) on fine jersey leggings, a deep vneck summer shirt, a triblend deep vneck, a pocket miniskirt, and an organic vneck makes me  stupid trendy hipster wannabe, i dont really care.