Is she a femme fatale? (That's what she wants you to think)

All I ever learned from love was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you.

I love and I want.

Here I lay, where disappointment and regret collide, lying awake at night.

Photos by Laura Pedersen

ADDED!

So today I went through the task of going through all of my links. I've gotten rid of some of the music links for the artists that I don't really listen to anymore, and added some in such at The Millionaires, MSTRKRFT, Dragonette, Girl Talk, and a few others. Also, for your entertainment, I've added in three new links, to Calgary Fashion, The Sartorialist (which was long coming), and the new Vice Fashion Blog.
Enjoy!
XX

It's alright to tell me what you think about me, I won't try to argue or hold it against you.

Found these shots a while ago in some form or version of Elle and though I'd post them. I really like the style that they were going for.





So basically my blogger has been freezing up on me all over the place for the last couple of days, and I'm just grateful that I could actually post something today. YAY!

This looks like a good movie.

Septoplasty.

Sounds like something that involves death. In all honesty, if you know what it is it sounds just as scary as if you don't know what it is. Basically, a septoplasty involves the realignment of the septum inside the nose. This is often performed alongside a rhinoplasty for cosmetic purposes (see: nose job) but it is also done frequently in order to repair damage that had occured due to blunt trauma to the nasal area (by breaking your nose, or just a heavy blow). This blunt trauma often forces the delicate cartilige to misalign causing breathing problems which are often accompanied by other problems.
Now, this links to me in that I've broken my nose quite a few times, but I've always had huge breathing problems, so the other day I went to see a otolaryngoloist (see: nose and throat specialist) who could tell straight by looking at me that my nose was uneven. I've drawn a picture, which I will put up later.
The otolaryngolist has given me my perscription (or as I prefer to think of it, death sentance): septoplasty. Unfortunately I can't get a full septorhinoplasty because the shape of my nose means that fixing my nose would require a full exterior nose job, and not a partial one like most medical patients get, which would make it a cosmetic surgery, costing more than $3K, however if I was to just get the septoplasty It would be covered by healthcare. So now, on or before April 2nd I have to get knocked out and have them go up my nose, which apparently makes it bleed alot, because I've been reading up on it and sometimes in extreme cases they need to give blood transfusions.

Basically the point of this is, every time I think about this damn septoplasty I not only cringe, but feel queasy. And my nose hurts. I'm scared shitless.

Every time I'm at the bar you want to pay. Go ahead, buy me a drink. You won't get laid.

You're not dead yet.