Monday, September 8, 2008
I have just opened the current issue of Lucky to find that it features not one, not two, not three, not four, but FIVE items that had been on my What I Want for Fall and Winter list. I am consumed with rage, because this means that I NOW CANNOT PURCHASE OR WEAR THOSE ITEMS, BECAUSE IF I DO, PEOPLE WILL THINK, "OH SHE GOT THAT BECAUSE SHE SAW IT IN LUCKY." Equally disturbing (or perhaps more so) is the unavoidable conclusion that I must have the same taste as the editors of Lucky. Fucking shit hell.