new blog. new monday. newfound obsession with my sick guilty pleasure: hip hop music.
a friend of mine stated that the above picture should be named "ode to all things you and to the fall."
I just like that I'm allowed to love the picture because one can't see my face and that means I just love it for what it is and not because my mug is plastered all over the WWW for everyone to think, "god she is so full of herself."
because let's be clear: we have all thought that.