Disco Stick.

Hey kids.

First and foremost, I bought myself a little gift on Wednesday between the time I had from my two job-o's.



Inducing a quivering hot-pocket.

I thought I'd test out the camera's most popular feature, the Image Stabilizer on a whole bunch of random people at a drag show. At the end of the night, I was clicking through the photos I took and didn't recognize half of the people in those photos. But I guess my alcohol abuse can attribute to that. Whatevs.



(Kohl's fedora, Twelve by Twelve embellished top)

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The Shocker.

(Brother's beanie, AA mint big tank, FTL long johns, vintage Calico boots)

Dressing has become so much of a chore for me these days; however, I do feel like I am achieving a sense of my style which I still can't describe to you today. I told myself a few months back that I needed to rebuild my wardrobe because I felt like there was little to say about my style as I continued to dress in supertight Abercrombie t-shirts, plaid shorts, and leather slippers. This look, which has managed to be donned by thousands of young men like myself, is no longer tickling my fashion fancy and eventually faded into oblivion as I started learning more creative and, most importantly, more stylish ways of dressing.

I say to anyone feasting on this text to step out of your comfort zones and experience new ways of dressing yourself. It may seem hard at first, but something beneficial to your self-esteem will come out of it. I can honestly attest to this because you become an individual once you start developing your personal style, something I learned once people started taking note.

I don't know where all that came from, but moving on. I need as much input for this as possible so please feel free to throw in your two cents. I will be purchasing a professional camera sometime this week before I continue to deplete my funds, and before anything else, I am debating between Canon, Nikon, and Sony. My budget is $700 and since it's such an investment for someone of my financial standings, I am incredibly frightened of buyer's remorse. Please include your opinions if you own professional cameras, and feel free to suggest specific ones to make my purchase speedy.

Thanks =]

*Does anybody know why the complete right side of my layout is now at the bottom of my page? Help, please!

Flower Power.

(Royal Bics bow-tie, Bench shirt, American Apparel oversized-pocket cardigan, F21 chiffon flower brooch, Boutiki beaded ring)

I thought it was funny that I wore this to a tacky beach-themed club party. I will vomit if I ever wear beach shorts on any surface other than sand.

My parents and brother left a couple of days ago (my mom & brother to TX, and my dad back to Afghanistan), and I'm feeling unusually disconnected from the world. I called in sick to work this morning for no apparent reason. I probably didn't want to deal with the life I built in independence before I got a jolt of much needed family time. I don't know if that exactly made sense but whatevs.

I really need to document all the crap I 'gathered' from the internet last month. My mom also brought me back some really essential basics for my wardrobe that I don't think I've mentioned before, all the more reason to abuse my Canon. Aside from that, during my little break from posting, I was spending a lot of time with my family because sometimes I get sucked into this theory where I'm living an individual life, disregarding the fact that I have loving and caring relatives all around me. It's sad because I subconsciously know that I feed this unhealthy theory when I cut time short with relatives just to be alone. WTF is that? I'm sorry that I have to share my mental instabilities with you all. Please bear with me while I sort through all my thoughts.

I've read several articles concerning the Alaia VS. The Met Gala/Anna Wintour/Harold Koda case, and I'm glad mainstream films--cough, The Devil Wears Prada--emphasize just how powerful ONE opinion can have over an entire billion-dollar industry. I'm no fashion historian, so please help me understand why Momma Wintour and AA can't hold hands and sing harmoniously around a warm camp-fire?

Enough of that; I must retire under my covers to assure that I am fully functioning tomorrow.

Oh, and Happy Mother's Day to all you baby makers!

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Knock You Down

(Kohl's straw fedora, khaki vest, jersey v-neck, AA seafoam green corduroy shorts, beaded ring, tusk necklace, rosary bracelet.)

I have been accumulating a disgusting amount of stuff over these past few weeks and haven't found the time to share them with you all. I was a little hesitant to walk out of my house with these ridiculously short shorts from American Apparel, but I always tell myself to never live in fear so I figured wtf.

My mom and brother are leaving back to TX and my dad back to Afghanistan in about a day and a half so my sister and I have been spending every available second of our time with them. My dad was telling me stories tonight about his living conditions on his base, and it's so bad I couldn't even respond. I felt horrible listening to him, knowing I have a solid ground to stand on while showering, or a legitimate bathroom to do my business, or even something so simple as running water. I honestly believe that the conversations I share with the people I love the most are directed by fate because I understand now that the things that I have, the people that I surround myself with in life mean so much more to me most especially when they are taken away.

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when Margiela is out of your reach.

Thanks to USPS, I only had to pay a whole dollar for shipping. Now, the people who usually shoot me puzzled looks can have something new to gawk at.

Because that's what this billion-dollar industry is about anyway--inner beauty.



Looking at my face now, I don't mind the plethora of acne on my forehead. Ostrich skin is wayyy better than moisturized skin anyway! Ha.

a random trio-set of pictures.

the "Hannah Sider"


Shut it down.


my heartbreaker brother.

Cyclops

Quiverrrrr. I almost fainted like obesity just struck me when my pupils first met this product of creative genius. Margiela who? I can't recall how I stumbled across New High Mart, but thank goodness for the accessibility perk of blogging.

I was perusing a little shop in one of the resorts here, and I kind of fell in love with this ring that was made entirely out of sandy-colored beads except I couldn't purchase it because my wallet wasn't on me at the time. It's funny because I have THE WORST MEMORY ever, but any material obsessions I have seem to allow me perfect memory. Anyway, doesn't it remind you of one of those rad sea creatures in Nemo?



Oh and RIP to my faux-tortoise shell bracelet that was the single recurring accessory I've managed to integrate into the majority of my outfits since the beginning of citruscoffee. My left wrist's cohort snapped into two pieces as I was trying to pull it off before attacking some Chinese food. I was thinking of writing an obituary and everything until I realized that my insanity would be validated if I chose to do so.

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