I Think I Need Help

Ok, this is an actual email, I just sent. No, not only did I send this to a friend of mine, but it was saved in drafts because I couldn't finish it yesterday.

First, that fighting eel tshirt dress is a crap copy of the original 3.1 Philip Lim dress that's living on my wall right now. (The dress I told you that lives at Cusp and I have no earthly reason to own it, but its cute to look at.)

Second, I own the mary janes that charactature is wearing and I would so not wear them with navy blue; but maybe that's just me and my need for any excuse to wear my silver/grey prada heels. (BTW, thank doG they stopped using the skanky models)

Third, I'd like to meet the girl who's going to wear a high heel on a necklace. Seriously.

Ok, I think its reasonable to say that I'm getting WAY too worked up by an email I was sent ( a list I subscribe to BTW) by a fairly fashionable website. I mean, I was annoyed by what I saw on the screen. And, the really sad part is that this is the second time in a week this has happened.

I saved the latest issue of Vogue so that I could bore you dear readers with my amusement at an article written about the Go International line at Target. (They were talking about Proenza Shouler being the next guest design team for the line. In case you were wondering, their segment is due in stores February. I can't wait!) I found it amusing that I live for a line of clothing that is designed for, wait for it, that's right, 18-24 year olds. So, I was saving the article so that I could quote it properly.

Seriously, I need help. Either that or I'm obviously in the wrong profession.