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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AFxjUNSWpuwJnGauPvW4rzqECeQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AFxjUNSWpuwJnGauPvW4rzqECeQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheeventuallyWillBuyList/~4/gFJYC0Pq1r8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://letmedreamlikeaspoiltbrat.blogspot.com/2011/09/if-i-could-hold-furnace-all-time-i.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8MSHo-cCp7ImA9WhdUEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7762807176158334186.post-3114848604708004627</id><published>2011-09-27T22:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T22:28:09.458-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-27T22:28:09.458-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="To want is to human" /><title>The fear of dying</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://letmedreamlikeaspoiltbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/3114848604708004627/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7762807176158334186&amp;postID=3114848604708004627" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762807176158334186/posts/default/3114848604708004627?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762807176158334186/posts/default/3114848604708004627?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheeventuallyWillBuyList/~3/4s1afDmIPb8/fear-of-dying.html" title="The fear of dying" /><author><name>anijnas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485588284914099646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rpe2oGwRUuQ/SK-ShLwYoEI/AAAAAAAAF_4/zKMVDQTpOD0/S220/sloth.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AdEKIK8MKx0/ToKEoe_xiCI/AAAAAAAAOtA/8Jrhm6U51wg/s72-c/detail_730_jc-blackbucklezeke-1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I absolutely love these shoes by Jeffrey Campbell. Uh, their look that is. I fear for my life, and my teeth (for some reason, I imagine myself falling head first when wearing heels and my teeth cracking on the pavement, oh shudder...), and hence, I probably won't ever bother with these. I do like to look at them though. Maybe this goes in my list of 'things I shall buy but not use but I'll own 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ds8QfyBtcEcrn7fzj5512lIEeHY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ds8QfyBtcEcrn7fzj5512lIEeHY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheeventuallyWillBuyList/~4/834rRzDyMeo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://letmedreamlikeaspoiltbrat.blogspot.com/2011/09/ctrl-paste.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UHQ3k7fSp7ImA9WhdWGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7762807176158334186.post-6580999717381716166</id><published>2011-09-13T21:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T21:53:52.705-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-13T21:53:52.705-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wish Fulfilled" /><title>An entertainment article</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://letmedreamlikeaspoiltbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/6580999717381716166/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7762807176158334186&amp;postID=6580999717381716166" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762807176158334186/posts/default/6580999717381716166?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762807176158334186/posts/default/6580999717381716166?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheeventuallyWillBuyList/~3/3wIs3Z7YxXE/entertainment-article.html" title="An entertainment article" /><author><name>anijnas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485588284914099646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rpe2oGwRUuQ/SK-ShLwYoEI/AAAAAAAAF_4/zKMVDQTpOD0/S220/sloth.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MAHLjIpjnQU/TnAIMPtG6zI/AAAAAAAAOsY/8-nVvlkLx9A/s72-c/10162369_1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I just bought me this awesome toy. It's a toy. I will toy with it until I'm bored of it. Then I'll break it and be upset, because it was expensive, to me at this point of my life anyway. And pink. So I'll try not to get attached to it. But I can't help but name it. I shall call it... Perry. Not after Katy Perry but after berry. It rhymes see? Berry Perry perry berry. And Perry starts with the 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-w3Z6ZMjoDlPqIRvgONDd3t5nag/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-w3Z6ZMjoDlPqIRvgONDd3t5nag/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheeventuallyWillBuyList/~4/3wIs3Z7YxXE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://letmedreamlikeaspoiltbrat.blogspot.com/2011/09/entertainment-article.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYFRHc7cSp7ImA9WhdWFkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7762807176158334186.post-4238725688669219973</id><published>2011-09-09T21:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T21:28:35.909-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-09T21:28:35.909-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="To want is to human" /><title>No straps</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://letmedreamlikeaspoiltbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/4238725688669219973/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7762807176158334186&amp;postID=4238725688669219973" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762807176158334186/posts/default/4238725688669219973?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762807176158334186/posts/default/4238725688669219973?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheeventuallyWillBuyList/~3/psmhuAL1-PI/no-straps.html" title="No straps" /><author><name>anijnas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485588284914099646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rpe2oGwRUuQ/SK-ShLwYoEI/AAAAAAAAF_4/zKMVDQTpOD0/S220/sloth.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fW1UkPAev0c/Tmq9HpVip2I/AAAAAAAAOsU/1ptb1-Otil8/s72-c/1-Inspired-by-celine-envelope-clutch-bag-pink.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I know clutches are the statement making thing now, although I'm not quite sure what the statement is actually. I honestly don't really understand the clutch. It's so tiny. It doesn't fit anything. I suppose it's only meant for parties where you aren't supposed to carry your entire life with you but a lighter chicer version of it. But it's the size that throws me off. It's so frickin' small. My 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/j3w8imTbGrWkchiPsOhqNF3mlks/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/j3w8imTbGrWkchiPsOhqNF3mlks/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheeventuallyWillBuyList/~4/psmhuAL1-PI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://letmedreamlikeaspoiltbrat.blogspot.com/2011/09/no-straps.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcHQ30zfip7ImA9WhdWE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7762807176158334186.post-7029707555027343355</id><published>2011-09-07T02:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T02:13:52.386-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-07T02:13:52.386-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="To want is to human" /><title>Brrrrr... ffrrrr... uuurrrr.... crrrr.... kkkkrrr....</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://letmedreamlikeaspoiltbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/7029707555027343355/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7762807176158334186&amp;postID=7029707555027343355" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762807176158334186/posts/default/7029707555027343355?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762807176158334186/posts/default/7029707555027343355?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheeventuallyWillBuyList/~3/kCIa16H2si8/brrrrr-ffrrrr-uuurrrr-crrrr-kkkkrrr.html" title="Brrrrr... ffrrrr... uuurrrr.... crrrr.... kkkkrrr...." /><author><name>anijnas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485588284914099646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rpe2oGwRUuQ/SK-ShLwYoEI/AAAAAAAAF_4/zKMVDQTpOD0/S220/sloth.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FWwNpo6Hm84/TmcKYR0mnWI/AAAAAAAAOsQ/kN1eYUuy3oI/s72-c/qe4r.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I hate it when the whether changes suddenly. Just last Saturday it was sweltering hot. It was hot to the point of humidity, hot to the point of irritation, hot to the point of miserability (is this a word?). It was so hot, I went stupid, I was drunk (no I wasn't really), I felt a weird high that I had never felt before (this I did). All in all, it was hot. 

And now it's fucking freezing! 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0IcOR2RtZ4c1NV29geU0IAS2KSw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0IcOR2RtZ4c1NV29geU0IAS2KSw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheeventuallyWillBuyList/~4/ogGX688kLMI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://letmedreamlikeaspoiltbrat.blogspot.com/2011/09/good-ol.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4AQn09fip7ImA9WhdWEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7762807176158334186.post-4830318062308595411</id><published>2011-09-03T14:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T14:02:23.366-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-03T14:02:23.366-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="To want is to human" /><title>Dual Meanings</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://letmedreamlikeaspoiltbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/4830318062308595411/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7762807176158334186&amp;postID=4830318062308595411" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762807176158334186/posts/default/4830318062308595411?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762807176158334186/posts/default/4830318062308595411?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheeventuallyWillBuyList/~3/fH5JgWfCQP8/dual-meanings.html" title="Dual Meanings" /><author><name>anijnas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485588284914099646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rpe2oGwRUuQ/SK-ShLwYoEI/AAAAAAAAF_4/zKMVDQTpOD0/S220/sloth.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k3-qiS8NIic/TmJrcsEy0sI/AAAAAAAAOsI/vM4FuevHurs/s72-c/batman-tee-shirt.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Now despite what I post here, I'm actually a very boring person. I don't wear star necklaces, gothic lolita outfits, or police man hats. I don't even wear a dress on a regular basis. So whatever I post here is all just what I wish I could be wearing. In truth, I'm just a t-shirt and jeans person. Or a some sort of top so I'm not just wearing a bra and pants so my butt isn't out for the world to 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5qLYqUcwO_ZXdNwcN2i5pGBF9b4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5qLYqUcwO_ZXdNwcN2i5pGBF9b4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheeventuallyWillBuyList/~4/aRXUNS5N4d0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://letmedreamlikeaspoiltbrat.blogspot.com/2011/09/world-where-sky-is-blue-grass-is-green.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcER347eCp7ImA9WhdXGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7762807176158334186.post-1553732730210930407</id><published>2011-09-02T10:00:00.093-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T10:00:06.000-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-02T10:00:06.000-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="To want is to human" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Etsy is for Unique" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sudden Inspiration/Weirdness" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="eBay rocks my monkey socks" /><title>Impersonation is a lot of hardwork</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://letmedreamlikeaspoiltbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/1553732730210930407/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7762807176158334186&amp;postID=1553732730210930407" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762807176158334186/posts/default/1553732730210930407?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762807176158334186/posts/default/1553732730210930407?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheeventuallyWillBuyList/~3/xE8TPAf_vMY/impersonation-is-lot-of-hardwork.html" title="Impersonation is a lot of hardwork" /><author><name>anijnas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485588284914099646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rpe2oGwRUuQ/SK-ShLwYoEI/AAAAAAAAF_4/zKMVDQTpOD0/S220/sloth.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vomQkq23NLM/TmBg6vbOzlI/AAAAAAAAOq4/ukYWDoo6F20/s72-c/il_fullxfull_229841175.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">So to replicate Kyary's accessories look, I'm going to need these (click on each individual item listed to visit etsy page selling the item): star bobby pin, another star bobby pin, this star hair accessory thing with a dangly pearl chain (whoa, I actually found one that looked simiar to Kyary's!), bow clips x as many as you can get your hands on, star charms necklace, robot pendant necklace, a 
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Maybe I should buy another sweater and 
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No, I won't 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vBH6tcgZn1Q6tl5aL2i9ef6eYQA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vBH6tcgZn1Q6tl5aL2i9ef6eYQA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheeventuallyWillBuyList/~4/tiB2PEa4aeg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://letmedreamlikeaspoiltbrat.blogspot.com/2011/09/authority.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEIEQXg9fip7ImA9WhdXGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7762807176158334186.post-307070676843663807</id><published>2011-08-31T17:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T17:35:00.666-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-31T17:35:00.666-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="To want is to human" /><title>More Old Navy love</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://letmedreamlikeaspoiltbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/307070676843663807/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7762807176158334186&amp;postID=307070676843663807" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762807176158334186/posts/default/307070676843663807?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762807176158334186/posts/default/307070676843663807?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheeventuallyWillBuyList/~3/sID8597YKEM/more-old-navy-love.html" title="More Old Navy love" /><author><name>anijnas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485588284914099646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rpe2oGwRUuQ/SK-ShLwYoEI/AAAAAAAAF_4/zKMVDQTpOD0/S220/sloth.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KYa5jDmHCsE/Tl1a1rl6HSI/AAAAAAAAOpo/RoRA9yMU5Yw/s72-c/on864968-00vliv01.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Recently I've developed the habit of stopping by Old Navy everytime I go to the mall. This is kind of an addition to my routine H&amp;amp;M check, now I just have another store to wander around in when I'm bored and I feel like spending money (a syndrome of a society based on consumership?). They brought in new stuff! And I like a lot of them! And I want them! I need a credit-card-whipper-outter stopper.
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vEHVjEI_b820RCeDoy2DU0q4L8o/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vEHVjEI_b820RCeDoy2DU0q4L8o/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheeventuallyWillBuyList/~4/sID8597YKEM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://letmedreamlikeaspoiltbrat.blogspot.com/2011/08/more-old-navy-love.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QBSXc7eSp7ImA9WhdXF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7762807176158334186.post-8750973563347413271</id><published>2011-08-30T17:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T05:02:38.901-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-31T05:02:38.901-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wish Fulfilled" /><title>The perfect pair, so far</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://letmedreamlikeaspoiltbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/8750973563347413271/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7762807176158334186&amp;postID=8750973563347413271" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762807176158334186/posts/default/8750973563347413271?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762807176158334186/posts/default/8750973563347413271?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheeventuallyWillBuyList/~3/jpBl7TUH3pM/perfect-pair-so-far.html" title="The perfect pair, so far" /><author><name>anijnas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485588284914099646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rpe2oGwRUuQ/SK-ShLwYoEI/AAAAAAAAF_4/zKMVDQTpOD0/S220/sloth.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bgRHgbEYjeo/Tl1UvPCVZBI/AAAAAAAAOpc/NzBUenRzJUU/s72-c/on730770-08vliv01.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I'm not one to buy designer jeans. I had a pair a long time ago and I ripped through them within 6 months, in the most embarassing place to have a rip too (a.k.a. la crotch, so I couldn't wear it out and pretend it was cool or even moderately sexy, the world seeing my underwear is just... not right). Actually, pretty much any jeans I buy and wear, regardless of their price point they all seem to 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/86viY9loNfYdCaHrJFEMlJ9j2Rw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/86viY9loNfYdCaHrJFEMlJ9j2Rw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheeventuallyWillBuyList/~4/jpBl7TUH3pM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://letmedreamlikeaspoiltbrat.blogspot.com/2011/08/perfect-pair-so-far.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUYESH05eSp7ImA9WhdXF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7762807176158334186.post-8745082262697381870</id><published>2011-08-30T16:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T16:45:09.321-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-30T16:45:09.321-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="To want is to human" /><title>I have an illness</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://letmedreamlikeaspoiltbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/8745082262697381870/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7762807176158334186&amp;postID=8745082262697381870" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762807176158334186/posts/default/8745082262697381870?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762807176158334186/posts/default/8745082262697381870?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheeventuallyWillBuyList/~3/Q7OIxuQO3H0/i-have-illness.html" title="I have an illness" /><author><name>anijnas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485588284914099646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rpe2oGwRUuQ/SK-ShLwYoEI/AAAAAAAAF_4/zKMVDQTpOD0/S220/sloth.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wOhLnQkHMrs/Tl1KQ7w3MfI/AAAAAAAAOos/wyh1bwXLMnE/s72-c/29325-201010_471x406.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Over the last couple of years, I've developed a huge obsession with Hello Kitty, and I don't know why. I know its cute and everything, but there's no further reasoning behind it, and I find this mildly sickening. I mean, I'm devoting all this time, money and other things (not really) to this... character (?), there should be more than just cuteness to make me go glaze-eyed everytime I spot an 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QLd0-JMBs32AuX3TB4_7Rxy68gY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QLd0-JMBs32AuX3TB4_7Rxy68gY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheeventuallyWillBuyList/~4/Q7OIxuQO3H0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://letmedreamlikeaspoiltbrat.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-have-illness.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkECQX89cCp7ImA9WhdXE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7762807176158334186.post-2998369975260946664</id><published>2011-08-26T00:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T00:57:40.168-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-26T00:57:40.168-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="To want is to human" /><title>Delusions... I has them</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://letmedreamlikeaspoiltbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/2998369975260946664/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7762807176158334186&amp;postID=2998369975260946664" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762807176158334186/posts/default/2998369975260946664?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762807176158334186/posts/default/2998369975260946664?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheeventuallyWillBuyList/~3/SoFDtyI6Ddg/delusions-i-has-them.html" title="Delusions... I has them" /><author><name>anijnas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485588284914099646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rpe2oGwRUuQ/SK-ShLwYoEI/AAAAAAAAF_4/zKMVDQTpOD0/S220/sloth.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qT-I8WYoKRA/TlcnYDuLNQI/AAAAAAAAOoo/CvvcVS2YNvo/s72-c/on839428-03vliv01.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">There's something about these Old Navy gingham printed shirts, I just want to wear them on a sunny warm day and go on a picnic on grassy lands by a lake, eat homemade tuna sandwiches, watch waves... They also make me want to sniff them everytime I see them in physically in Old Navy stores. Maybe I'm expecting to catch a whiff of sunshine and lake breeze and grass and sandwiches... yeah, not 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/aiobn6_CH9EewdNq52KRkmwVZk8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/aiobn6_CH9EewdNq52KRkmwVZk8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheeventuallyWillBuyList/~4/SoFDtyI6Ddg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://letmedreamlikeaspoiltbrat.blogspot.com/2011/08/delusions-i-has-them.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4CQnkyeCp7ImA9WhdXE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7762807176158334186.post-1710869113749351333</id><published>2011-08-26T00:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T00:46:03.790-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-26T00:46:03.790-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="To want is to human" /><title>Bttm</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://letmedreamlikeaspoiltbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/1710869113749351333/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7762807176158334186&amp;postID=1710869113749351333" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762807176158334186/posts/default/1710869113749351333?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762807176158334186/posts/default/1710869113749351333?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheeventuallyWillBuyList/~3/g8bhvNBrWrM/bttm.html" title="Bttm" /><author><name>anijnas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485588284914099646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rpe2oGwRUuQ/SK-ShLwYoEI/AAAAAAAAF_4/zKMVDQTpOD0/S220/sloth.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-smLnQ3hzKO8/TlckoM0u8wI/AAAAAAAAOoQ/i_unf5BG-UA/s72-c/adf.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I quite like browsing through Hot Topic, physically and online. Their selection of bottoms look fun, not your average denim wear, but slightly more edgy. Actually scratch that, I don't know what other people's average is, the following might as well be someone's everyday wear, and in that case, those people have very fun bottoms.





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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tHBaN6kMv2j6h1Ez19x1WrYt_zM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tHBaN6kMv2j6h1Ez19x1WrYt_zM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheeventuallyWillBuyList/~4/g8bhvNBrWrM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://letmedreamlikeaspoiltbrat.blogspot.com/2011/08/bttm.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4NRnc9eip7ImA9WhdXE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7762807176158334186.post-2457830597868725155</id><published>2011-08-26T00:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T00:29:57.962-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-26T00:29:57.962-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="To want is to human" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="eBay rocks my monkey socks" /><title>Trusty jail sweater</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://letmedreamlikeaspoiltbrat.blogspot.com/feeds/2457830597868725155/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7762807176158334186&amp;postID=2457830597868725155" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762807176158334186/posts/default/2457830597868725155?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7762807176158334186/posts/default/2457830597868725155?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheeventuallyWillBuyList/~3/0FjL9suPBmY/trusty-jail-sweater.html" title="Trusty jail sweater" /><author><name>anijnas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14485588284914099646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rpe2oGwRUuQ/SK-ShLwYoEI/AAAAAAAAF_4/zKMVDQTpOD0/S220/sloth.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q0-tc0ulzEk/TlcgT26JxuI/AAAAAAAAOoE/nFlhdu7IT2k/s72-c/anneklein_ldyswtr_blwhtstri1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I feel that the black and white striped sweater is a wardrobe staple for me. It is casual and easy to outfit with anything, and can suit the mood of many occassions. Okay, I'm not sure if it can be worn at a formal dinner party as I rarely go to one of those and can't imagine what I'd wear if I was ever invited to one, but still, with this piece I can imagine being in most environments 
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