attn: all my hipster thrifters

this one's for you.

***warning***

the language is strong.

but somehow,

it makes me love it even more. 

bless you krystal. 

this video has restored my faith in the internet. 

happy weekend, america. 

it's so close i can taste it.

first "official" document with the new name.

papa + ginger spice freaking out over the fountain show.

writing too much results in ink splotches.

pure happiness has a price. that price is $1.99.

new game = see how many gum wrappers we can put in 
sass's shoe before she realizes it.

invitation stuffing is a happy business.

the anti-hipster is trying to hipsterfy me.

sequined flats = most recent obsession.

waiting for mama on the most productive day this summer.

finally.

please don't let the gif* you're about to see confuse you.

i am still team puppy. 

like all the way. 

but since puppies are too kewl to have a friday dance {friggin hipsters},

these kitties will have to do .

sidenote:

i attempted both of these dances.

the white kitty one is impossible. 

*the day i found out 'gif' was pronounced 'jif,' 

like the peanut butter,

i nearly died.

it's almost as bad as the time

i had to youtube the proper pronunciation for "meme."

eight seconds of heartbreak. 

attn: hipster sitting four tables away from me

i see you.

sitting in the library.

with your flannel shirt,

light blue jacket that says "nom" on the back,

and your black framed spectacles.

i know you.

you think you're a big deal.

sitting behind your macbook pro

and listening to underground bands

so phresh they haven't been named yet.

i hear you.

sipping on your beverage

in your paper, pier 49 pizzeria, cup.

stop.slurping.

it's.gone.

i hate you.

not because you're hipper than me,

but because you know you're hip.

you're not.

just a loud sipper with perfect hair.

i take it back.

you just left the library.

i looked up as you were leaving

and saw you rocking a tnmt shell backpack.

you are hipper than me.

teach me your ways.

no.

marry me. 

marry me so we can have hipster babies

who wear glasses, eat fancy pizza 

and rock flannel while i carry them

in my tmnt backpack.

plz. 

in other news,

i want this one too. 

bunnies + babies + bones

in an attempt to be hip, 

lillie and i explored some of the local antique shops on saturday.

while we saw some genuinely cool things i would kill for 

{aka: an ivory rotary phone},

there were quite a few things i doubted were old enough 

to be considered vintage.

like a disneyland autograph book i owned in third grade.

the first store was pretty well-stocked 

and i would definitely go back to inspect it further. 

but, the second store was one of the

creepiest buildings i have ever been in.

this is the first thing i saw when i entered.

well, this and a giant painting of a naked pin-up girl.

don't worry,

it only gets better.

i'm honestly surprised i haven't had any 

donnie darko nightmares because of this 

devil bunny.

creepy masks and nudie paintings/statues were everywhere.

luckily, the border cut out the nip slip on the right side corner.

but really, the creepy mask with the bird nose and rosy cheeks?

please don't tell me children actually played with those things. 

baby dolls.

upside down and suspended. 

c.r.e.e.p.y.

i had two questions when i saw this.

1. how old are they?*

2. who in their right mind would actually buy them?

*please note i was not wondering how old they were 

because i wanted to buy them.

i was wondering if they still worked

{again, NOT FOR ME}

and why they were considered vintage.

because really,

who on earth is buying laxatives at an antique shop?

yellow shorts and hipster hair.

while riding my cruiser to work this morning 

i noticed a figure of a {hipster} man in the distance.

welcome to the dialogue in my brain.

 top of the sidewalk:

uhhh...is that..? is that who i think it is...?

oh whhhy did i ever touch face with that him?

middle of the sidewalk:

oh geez, if this is him, this could be really awkward...for him.

i wonder if he hates me for never texting back...

oh, now i hope it's him.

let the "i'm going to make you feel so awkward" games begin!

end of sidewalk:

too short. not him.

awkward olympics cancelled.

fml.

yup yup.

go.

read this.

so funny.

so true.

wolf pack weekend.

this weekend has been incredible.

after finding out the best.news.ever.

i had a feeling that nothing could go wrong.

and guess what kids?

i was right.

friday.

burlington coat factory shopping for the perfect rat pack outfit.

instead we found a disgusting cream three-piece suit and these little gems.

classy no? 

and yes, those are for little boys.

then scottland came to play.

we went to a birthday party and met up with samuel.
and let me just say that the three of us = maaaagic.

we left said party after discovering the "food" offered was chips and grapes.

we scurried over to the nearest little caesars and got a hot & ready pepporoni with

"CRAAAAAAAZY bread."  

{if only you could hear sam's voice when he says that}.

went back to le tigre, dined and returned to the party where we...

ate peanut m&m's, took photographs, and belted to beatles rockband.

return to le tigre.

sam looked up "activities" online while i talked to talking tom cat and scott rambled.

i decided to text meredith.
she was d.t.p.
{down to party}
bur first we had to go fill carlos up with gas. 

scott and sam decide to zoolander my car and wash the windows.

twas entertaining.

we got to meredith's complex and crashed a {very smelly} mocktail party.

after screaming bloody murder when meredith fell, we left.

we drove and blasted my FAVORITE SONG EVER
{if you guess my favorite part i'll give you a silver dollar}.

then headed over to the malt shoppe.

sidenote: eggnog shakes are where it's at!
oh! the jukebox was broken and we saw the following...

back to meredith's casa to have a post-party-breakdown with lauren.

dropped the boys off at home and went to wal-mart with the wolf-pack.

we picked up supplies and egg-nog. 

lauren and i saw a khloe kardashian look-alike.

not even kidding.

they could have been twins. 

saturday.

i had a massive egg-nog hangover...

slept in. did laundry. cleaned room. painted nails. re-dyed teal.

headed up to salt lake with meredith and caity.

picked up lauren and headed to cpk after seeing this.

yes that is a man. and yes his shorts are shorter than those of his lady friend.
ew.

partook in delicious pizza and listened to meredith tell us that the plural for
"roof" is in fact "rooves" not "roofs"
after supper we went bananas at uo.

i spent waay too much money.

but it was totally worth it.

{amazing black purse/satchel/bag. perfect brown belt. incredible stunna shades}
on the way back we saw brett michaels on his chopper.

contacts off, glasses on, grabbed the wolf shirt and went to see the boyz.

we had a grand old time featuring:

five minutes of uninterrupted eye contact.
she-wolf references.
iron fights/lessons.
baby mama quotes.
the ULTIMATE talking tom cat session.
dress pant attack.
denim wolf shirt envy.

i left with ...

a hitler-eque finger moustache,

a blue dodgers jacket,

 and half of a home-made oreo cookie in my belly.


dear weekend,
thanks for being awesome.
aahh-woooo!
love always,
brissa.