THE GRAMMY'S...

Were cool. Lots of Frank Ocean. Why the fuck Tyler can't put a suit on is beyond me, and up RiRi is back wih Chris Brown. BIG SURPRISE. The media needs to chill out. There is no way their relationship should be headlining along homicides on the news. There were a buncha bands I never heard of cuz I'm old, Justin Timberlake has a plan for world domination, and the Black Keys still rule. Other than that, I smoked way too much weed this weekend, shipped a whole shit load of your awesome orders & ummm...and am officially ready to fuck all you up with a new collection this week! But for now, enjoy my favorite portion of last night's music extravaganza!



KAT PERRY'S BOOBS!



Katy is fucking John fucking Mayer now huh?! What a fucking goober! But damn pimp hi-5 for that your body is a wonderland big headed fool.

LAST FRIDAY NIGHT.

Okay. This is like a month overdue but whatever. Kenny G?! As if my mild (haha) obsession with Katy Perry was not enough, she decided to just blow me out of this planet with this shit. Corey Feldman?! Rebecca Black finally got a break too?! And that fucking evil catchy ass choris! Everything about this shit is epic. I fucks with it hard! Our Fall lookbook was supposed to look like this...oh well time to switch it up I guess! ;)

NEED TO STOP WATCHING...Kathy Beth Terry, creep on me...por favor.



And no Katy Perry post is ever complete without my creepage! God save us perverts.




I really hope teachers still make you build solar system dioramas...REALLY.

BOOM!

TEENAGE DREAMIN!

HAHAHA HIS KID CRACKS ME UP SO MUCH. Ruining every pop song in a way so bad it's fucking epic...I meant to post this one way before the 50 jump off obviously, but whatver, it's Friday and everyone should rejoice. I'm sponsoring him next.

I GIVE UP.

I might as well be a fucking giggling schoolgirl the way I crush this hard...






FUCK.

I WISH TO BE PLASTER IN THE NEXT LIFE...

Just for her.



or cake for that matter.



or....



FUCK!