Anger Management

 Sunglasses: Flashbacks Encinitas, Vintage Cropped Tee: c/o Hot Trash Vintage, Beetle Ring & Tibetan Stone Gypsy Cuff: c/o Hot Trash Vintage, Levi's shorts: Vintage, Leopard Sweater: Nasty Gal (years ago), Boots: Vintage

I've got issues. Haven't we all.

The lapse in posting for the last two weeks was directly related to a myriad of small but growing number of woes, that eventually became such a brimming heap of crap, I was set ablaze by the tiniest spark.

It went something like this:

Hey self, here are some of those dumb sensations called feelings. Don't cry. Just act like you didn't feel them. Wait long enough until you forget it even happened and the sensation goes away. Do this to infinity.

Let this recipe cook for about a year. And then...

Wait a second, what was that? Somebody said NO to you?!?!!?

System Fail. 0001010101111010101100111010010101010111010101111000101010100000111

Explode into a thousand mini-selfs and smash everything that's getting in the way of your extremely important and superior desires.

Do you want avocado on your sandwich? WHO NEEDS A SUBWAY IDIOT TO PUT AVOCADO ON YOUR BREAD!! KNOCK THE COOKIES OFF THE COUNTER AND THROW ALL THE NAPKINS!!!

Do you want to make a right turn? WHO NEEDS LANES!! DRIVE ON THE SIDEWALK!!

Do you want someone to take you somewhere? WHO THE FUCK NEEDS PEOPLE!!! STEAL A CAR!! ABANDON IT WHEREVER YOU WANT!

Do you want some advice? SHUT UP BEFORE I BEAT YOU LIKE A RENTED MULE!!!!

and so on and so on.

Which eventually leads to horrible regret and self-shaming. Not to mention a thousand attempts at giving apologies worthy of the destruction that has been caused. But not all is lost and out of such chaos, better things can grow. And they did grow. I once heard that a relationship (be it your relationship with friends, family, lovers, etc.) should not be measured by the amount of conflicts that happen, but rather by the way in which the conflicts are resolved.

Anyway, I don't want to end this on some cheesy, super positive and inspiring bit about life and such. I just want to say that everything is fine and I'm back now.

EYEZ

 Beanie: Thrifted, Tee: Vintage, Evil Eye Leggings: c/o Daisy Street, Boots: Vintage from Etsy

Update on the crying: I found and purchased a version of the pair of the shoes I was looking for. Now all I'm crying are tears of joy. Wanna see 'em? They're on my Instagram - you'll know which ones they are the second you see them (@thesiren).

Meanwhile, I'm about to have an aneurysm due to the ear-splitting noise pollution (and regular pollution) that is the gardener's blower outside my window. Somebody please tell me why those things aren't illegal yet.

Shoe-Crier

 Sunglasses, Vintage Shorts & Vintage Top: Flashbacks in Encinitas, Belt: Vintage from Tunnel Vision, Shoes: Vintage from Etsy

I lost an eBay bid on a pair of vintage shoes that I had been searching for for months. In response to this loss, I hysterically blamed it on someone else and then I cried about it. This got me thinking. If I were me, I would talk shit about me. And I would probably share it with someone else to further relish in the ridiculousness of this shoe-crier.

Note to self: Never wait to bid on something tomorrow that you can just as easily bid on today. That of course, or simply adjust your priorities accordingly and kill the materialistic sub-self (but only after I acquire all the clothes and shoes).

Nothing else to report.

Mecca Bound

 Neon Bikini Top: American Apparel, Mesh Top: c/o Daisy Street, Flannel: Vintage Pendleton, Shorts: Flashbacks Encinitas, Shoes: Wholesale Dress

I have never been to the Coachella music festival and I never will. Alternatively, I will be attending the Desert Daze festival out there this weekend, which is infinitely better than Coachella. I know this because of my experience going to neither. 

Won't you come with me? For minute-by-minute action with me and fellow blogger babez and buddies, follow me on instagram here: @thesiren.

P.S. A dear friend of mine said I should smile in my photos. Here's the best I could do. Peace.

Pink Cobain

 Sunglasses: Captain's Helm, Top: Vintage, Shorts: Bad Vibes, Shoes: Target

Behold, Tunnel Vision's in-house brand: Bad Vibes and their velvet purple crush shorts. Are these not the most absolute perfect pair of shorts? I acquire piles of clothing on a consistent basis and because of that, the excitement of adding fun little pieces to my closet wears off relatively quickly. But every so often, I get bat-shit crazy possessed about a certain little number (like these).

Probably wearing these to the much anticipated Dezert Daze next weekend.... and I'll be counting every minute until it finally arrives....

Late Blooming

 Hat: San Diego Hat Company, Everything Else: Vintage & Thrifted

Summary of my life:

People of the world: "Oh hey check out this awesome show/song/video/artist/something cool that I found on the internet! It's like, the most badass thing ever!"

Me, two or three years later: "Oh hey check out this awesome show/song/video/artist/website that I found on the internet! It's like, the most badass thing ever!"

Lately, this has happened in abundance. Specifically speaking, within the last month I have belatedly discovered:

• the Macklemore Thrift Shop Song
• Game of Thrones (last night) (why didn't somebody just tell me in the first place that there were WOLF PUPPIES in it??!?!?)
• the Al Roker "sharting" incident
• the show Girls

AND it was only recently that I discovered why cats are actually awesome. So I guess this makes me the exact opposite of a hipster, right?

Gypsy Junkies Fall 2013

Gypsy Junkies straight up done it again. Last Sunday, I dusted off my shiny shoes (just kidding they were pony-hair platforms) and landed myself in the foxiest little garden I've ever been invited to. I ordered myself an adult beverage and soaked in all the glory of the Fall 2013 presentation. The Middle Eastern-inspired music, the crazy amazing hair, the CLOTHES. (Second photo, jacket on the right. Oh my gawd.)

Unfortunately (of course), my camera pooped some of the best shots of the amazing pieces and people, but this should give you just enough of a taste to start salivating. 

P.S. Can you tell which model I am obsessed with?