a very early christmas gift to my fans.

there are no words for how amazing this is. ENJOY.

i mean.... gay, vogueing VAMPS!!! you might as well have just told me there REALLY is 12 dimensions, and like the 8th dimension is dedicated to people like this guy.

the spiders from mars

as i was traveling home yesterday via public transit, i thought to myself, "what do my bloggers want to know about me?" and i knew right away (as things often come very quickly and easy for me), it was how on earth did a small town gal from north carolina gather so much success and fame at such an early age?

well i will tell you. and its 3 simple words.

sallie. jesse. raphael.

while most kids were playing their sega genisis after school and filling in take home tests, i was rushing home throwing hot pockets into the microwave and frantically turning on our 400 pound 32 inch zenith tv. why?? a little show called, Sallie Jesse Raphael, thats why. and because i was so truely enlightened by those red-framed glasses. i immediately gave notice to SJR's keen sageness and insight that most adults only dreamt of having themselves, who would otherwise not be in such devistating predicaments! i knew that she would some day teach me personally the ways of manipulating the minds of those who know no better. she basically inspired me to rule the entire universe.

i speak only in truth and in my convictions. if you want to experience the kind of fame and success i have, get to know the who, what, when and where of sallie jesse. if you want to know how to be charming and equally as convincing, i might suggest purchasing a pair of authentic red-frames, dying your hair red TO MATCH, and studying up on topics that include but are not limited to: reuniting long lost siamese twins seperated at birth, the pandemic that is spousal abuse, homeless gay ex-convicts, the positive influence that is phil donahue, pagent children turned thieves!... etc.

while you are also hard to work at your reseach on becoming the most powerful person in this solar system, look up all things david bowie, who just so happens to be distant cousin of sallie jesse herself. this is not a public record, but you can just tell by their stikingly similar features. focus mainly on the years between 1969 and 1973.

DEAR REBECCA ALEXANDER,

http://fashionindie.com/a-letter-to-richie-rich/trackback/

to my beloved bloggers: if you have not read the above post, please do so (as well as the comments) before continuing reading the rest of this post. xoxo, shirL

dusty could not have put it better. people who are fortunate enough to have a public forum, with such a vast audience should sure as shit have more class than these assholes.

i dont even know where to begin. maybe we should start with what it truely means to be constructive, and critical- supporting your criticisms with KNOWLEDGE and not your socially superior attitude. i think with a platform that you are so fortunate to have, you should be embarrassed and ashamed at stooping to such LOW LEVELS. the fact of the matter is, more people know who Richie Rich is. he has created a name for himself- regardless of it's connotations. he has a unique personal style, and a vision. maybe its not a vision everyone can relate to- or something that is in sync with everyone's personal taste. BUT like every other designer out there, who works hard, he deserves RESPECT. do you think that if he sat down and actually gave a shit about what you thought for his next collection, it would be any better? and furthermore- does karl lagerfeld, tom ford, or marc jacobs ring you up personally to see what direction YOU think the industry should be going in for next season?? absolutely not.

i won't take anymore stabs at those who get a rise out of making people feel like they have no talent. these people should feel so utterly ashamed of themselves- and rethink what real right they have to make such nasty statements.

i cannot even comment on what you have to say about McQueen's suicide. but for that comment alone, you should have choked on your supposed mouth full of puke right there at Richie's show, and he should have roller-skated all over your ugly face. (yikes! i swear i dont know where that malevolence came from) do you honestly think McQueen would be proud of you? sit on that. before you bring someone's name into something... think about how they would feel about your statement. you are disgusting, and i will forever boycott your website.

he ate my heart, and then he ate my brain....

it is time for us to take these next couple of days and channel his spirit. he is floating around somewhere in the universe, and im going to wish for every second of the rest of my life that he possesses my body and inspires me forever. we should always be looking forward and never looking back. who is up for a seance? seriously, maybe he chose this, so that we take this and become inspired to fill his shoes, make him proud- etc. thats how i like to think of it. i now have a very spiritual connection to him, and will take him with me everywhere i go.

i will forever remember lee alexander mcqueen, who changed my life every new season in fashion.

Alexander McQueen Interview from SHOWstudio on Vimeo.

dolla dolla bill ya'll

you are my golfball. thanks dad!

i would like to take a moment to share this cheesy email my dad sent me. i feel like its important to know where your priorities are, and where you stand in terms of others. its very VERY important that i always make an honest effort to let everyone in my life know how much i love them.

The Mayonnaise Jar and Two Cups of Coffee

When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar and the two cups of coffee.

A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.

The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.

The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a unanimous "yes".

The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed. "Now," said the professor, as the laughter subsided, " I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things in life. Your God, your family, your children, your health, your friends, and your favorite passions: things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, and your car. The sand is everything else: the small stuff.

"If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you. Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your partner out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean house and fix the disposal. Take care of the golf balls first; the things that really matter.

Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.

"One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented. The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend."

XOXO

sass a frass.

get over it. im getting them.