I swear I have opinions.

I'm just too scatter-brained to write them up. I've been trying to write a review of the newest Anita Blake since it came out, but I feel like my brain has been put through a blender every time I try!

Maybe that's a review of the book right there, come to think of it.

On being a brand-name whore.

(A sponsored post.)

For the first 25 years of my life, I was supremely uninterested in fashion, style, makeup, purses, and anything else the smacked of .... girlyness. I didn't understand why anyone would possibly pay more for something just because it had a name on it. If you'd said juicy couture tracksuits to me back then, I'd've asked how a tracksuit could be juicy. To an extent, I still don't -- I wouldn't pay $20k for a purse no matter whose name was on it, especially if it was ugly!

But a few years ago my mom and I were shopping, and we found these absolutely adorable red crocodile print purses. I didn't know anything about the brand, but I bought it because I liked it -- and then I admit, I liked all the attention it got! I still won't pay that much for designer stuff, because I'm poor; and if it's ugly I'm still not going to buy it; but I admit now there are certain brands that I look for on the rare occasions I go shopping. I've got some truly obnoxious purses these days.

Of course, my shopping is limited by two things: money and fat. For instance, I don't think there are any of those juicy couture tracksuits big enough for my ass! They sure are snazzy though.

Oh yeah, I was gonna review stuff.

Ha! I was so busy last semester I could barely breathe, and since then I've been obsessive about other things. Someday I might get back to writing reviews of stuff -- I still love to tell everyone what I think about everything!