summer prep

now that i've finished my reading list exams (specialization in an esoteric topic is soooo eurotrash), i thought i'd more diligently update this blog. thus i begin professing my obsession and my downfall: fashion. though i know i have enough to wear this summer, images of myself with tear-streaked cheeks and clumps of hair in my hands, rended in frustration by my lack of appropriately beachy-cool attire for the amalfi coast keep flashing before my eyes. a eurotrash girl may not have enough money to get on the bus but she certainly always has something sufficiently fashion-y to wear. so i keep buying and buying and buying more and more and more pieces. everytime its the last internet purchase, the last visit to aritizia, the last peek in holts but it never really is, is it? my pink laptop has wrought the most damage, forcing me to gaze everyday at sites rife with that one piece that would complete my summer wardrobe and bring it to utter perfection. what can i do to fight when it has even memorized my visa number and enters it perfectly everytime when i'm contemplating making a purchase, taunting me that i don't even need to get up from my bed at 12:00 AM to up my bikini ante by three new suits? my latest find are these dior glasses and i've convinced myself that my look will be lacklustre and incomplete, that all the money i've "invested" in my beachy look will be lost without these. crusing the medi (my new eurotrash term for THE ONLY sea to vacation on) with long locks, skin burnished by a patina of golden tan and nothing on your mind but what to wear that night to positano requires these glasses. i'm sure you will agree.