imitation indie rock chick.

here's what i think.

PJ* turned imitation IRC**.
no reason why, but your cute-as-a-button face just annoys me. i swear, you look like a mouse.

hello. the shirt with peasant skirt, button earrings and sneakers look is so no longer original. it spells out: TRYING TOO HARD.

i was impressed.
for a second
i thought it was a vintage dress.

the day after,
i see it in topshop.

impressed no more. you might as well buy off the racks at forever 21. at least you know 20 million other people are wearing the same thing and you don't have to pretend to be some flea market scouring vintage chick. you just completely missed the whole point of vintage-ism.

and i've seen you wear it twice this week.

www from the bitchy gossip queen/fashionista: don't.

PJ* = plain jane.
IRC** = indie rock chick.
www = wise words of wisdom.

as quoted directly from uncle brian, "people go around mindlessly buying 'vintage clothing' not realising that the only reason it's vintage is because it's effing ugly and no one wanted to buy it 20 years ago."

my work here is done.

p/s: i'm not too sure what the relevance of that quote was, but i think he's the funniest person related to me. people, think before you buy!