Clarissa Explains It All

Not one person in this world has single handedly shaped my life more than Clarissa Darling. Any girl born in the early 80's I'm sure would whole heartedly agree. Not only was she a she a fashion maven extreme but she was smart, funny and kind. Sound like anyone you know?

Anyway, between her bitchin wall of hats, enviable boot collection, cutie patootie next door neighbor and pet Caimen, Elvis, Clarissa was the shit.
Rock on with your bad self girl!

clarissa by orianag featuring a bangle bracelet

vegas....

So here it is, the recap of Vegas. Shit went down.

Let me preface by saying I am officially too old for Vegas. While this weekend was as bitchin and debaucherous as they come I have come to the realization that any further Vegas shindigs will take place in a respectable high end hotel, my evenings will consist of shows and I will be to bed by 3. latest.

We stayed at the Palms, which is super young, super hip and super full of rapists. Seriously. I am pretty positive that the unspoken dress code for women was tube top sized dresses that don't fit, 8 inch stiletos you can't walk in and a healthy tolerance for roofies. For men it would be striped button downs with the top button undone, designer studded, stressed denim (from the douchbag collection) and square toed leather dress shoes. Oh, and an ample supply of roofies. That being said the weekend was amazing. we went to celebrate our girl Kelly's 30th birthday as well as a going away party as she moved to Ohio this past week to start a fantastic new job with express. Bitch, I'm gonna miss you!!

Some highlights from the weekend

*Rev Run DJ'd the pool party. He played Joan Jett though I think the crowd was lying when they sang along to "I love Rock n Roll" Cause those fuckers wouldnt know rock n roll if it slapped them in the face (which I almost did)

*The epic Wynn Buffet. glittery cupcakes, mini candy apples and prime rib. We all had major stomach aches that weekend.

*The elevator ride to the lobby where for some reason 10 of us busted out into song, what song you ask? Doe a dear, a female dear. Ray, a drop of golden suuuuun (Don't ask)

*The OUT OF CONTROL karaoke bar we went to at 2am on Kelly's birfday. It was off the strip, it had private rooms, we drank them out of tequila, we smashed some glasses, drinks and peanuts went flying and we sang a fuck load of songs. And as usual I was the asshole forcing shots on everyone.

Fuck that was fun. Next year we are doing something a bit more tropical though.

Special shoutout to Alexis, Jessica, Alex, Damien, Bryan, Chad, Koni, Darron and especially my girl Kelly. LOVE YOU ALLLLLLLLL. Let's go get more shots
*All Photos by Alexis!!!

Hey there

Ok, After a world wind week of Las Vegas for debauchery and then Wisconsin for work(about as opposite on the spectrum as you can get) we will return to our regular blogging program tomorrow. Till then...Leif.

Hello Again!

I'm back! Vegas was bitchin but I am still recovering so expect a post in a couple days on it. In the mean time here is some super cute shit






all photos from cuteoverload.com

But before I go

Am I the last person on earth to see this???

Catch ya later dudes

Today I'm off to Vegas with my ladiez. So be prepared for some epic tales of debauchery when I return. Also, I am guest blogging from time time on my main man's awesome blog Street Walking Cheetah with a Handful of Crayons so go there and check it out!

Panda?

Man, the Chinese and Japanese are light years ahead of the United States when it comes to cute.

Dead End

Kourtney Roy's images of small town girls thinking about the lives they would rather have. Honestly there is nothing better than a fake woods backdrop.
images via Honestly WTF but are owned and copyrighted by Kourtney Roy

Why Hello There

aren't you adorable?

Skinner

Skinner's art is pretty perfect
all images are from Skinner's website