Playlist: Bouncy Ball!

I have two moods: Bouncy Ball and Puddle. Since it's the MOST FUCKING WONDERFUL TIME OF THE YEAR, I'm on Bouncy Ball a lot more lately.

This playlist timing is perfect, thank you. Thanksgiving Eve is sacred for two reasons: 1). It's the biggest party night of the year and 2). You are about to get fat.

These jams are perfect for bopping around pre-going out tonight, putting on your zip-up-heel boots and red lipstick and sipping on your wine cooler. If you're NOT in high school, and maybe not going out tonight, save this puppy for a blast of endurance training tomorrow before you gorge on salt and animal fat.

Ok? Happy Thanksgiving! I looooveeee youuuuu.

Bouncy Ball! playlist

Update on lack of updates!

I like you people that have actually asked where I've been. Thank you for validating my existence.

Sometimes life is crazybones and personal blogging must take a backseat to bullshit adult responsibilities. Time is tight, bitches. Walls are being torn down in my house. WALLS. Big sweaty men visit me everyday. In addition, crushes, weed-pulling, spray-painting, whining and actual paying work have gotten in the way of the semi-coherent nonsense that I really, legitimately enjoy producing here.

On the POSITIVE side, soon I will have a shiny new bathroom where you can all come have a big tub party. Winter is coming which means I will avoid stepping outdoors and can write more. Look for updates on the awesomeness I am creating and an invitation to be naked and bathe together.

Miss you.

Love,
Melanie

Dissecting Fall Trends! With a blunt scalpel.

See-thru with granny panties. For the career girl.



Stay warm with a coat made of skinned collies.



For the practical: Head Cupcakes.



That timelessly sexy "Kleenex Box" look.



I'm not sure what to say about this one but I believe it resembles the bad guys from Fraggle Rock?


When you want to wear your endometriosis on the OUTSIDE, too!



Thank you, Harper's Bazaar.

Black and white and bad boys.

I love the bad boys. Smitten with the boycandy in these images of oldie Gangs of Brooklyn.




Also craving this poster from Larken. Find courtesy of Teen Angster.

Boy Crush (kinda): Milo Munshin, age 11.

For some of us, it took decades to perfect our catty. Not so for the precocious Milo,aka the "gayest 10-year old boy on earth," who designs clothes, blogs fashion, and rocks a Louis Vuitton kerchief like no adult man.
Milo's beautiful fashion blog, Purple, takes us through design, architecture, and the pains of stores never having your waifish size.

One of my favoritest posts is Things you should and shouldn't wear to a music festival. Take note, hippies: Milo is anti-tie-dye.

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, you're cool, and fuck you I'm out.

Duhmericana is going on a road trip, suckas. The LaForce nuclear family (plus one straggler and two dogs) is headed to the great state of "If anyone asks we're part of Canada," aka Maine.
I will be drunk on boxed wine with lobster guts hanging out of my teeth for the majority of the trip. Expect blog posts to be sporadic and weak at best.
I've got some links for tomorrow, but after that you're gonna have to grow up and find your own fun on the internet for a while. I can't regurgitate and spoon-feed it to you forever, jerks.

I will try to keep up with photos/updates on my tumblr and twitter. However, because my family will be with me, I will be much less entertaining, refraining from (most) narcotics and lesbian sex.


Peace out.



Image via Gawker

Double Dutch & Sno-cones: Poptastic summer mixtape.

This is a mixtape for:

Running through the sprinkler with a white t-shirt on.
Burying your face in a vodka watermelon.
Tube tops and cut-offs.
Raging ice cream headaches.
Pushing your best friend into the pool.
Unorthodox-ly large sunglasses.
Spilling michelada in your lap.
Smacking your Dr. Pepper Lipsmacker lips.
Tattooed men washing cars.
Making out on the swingset.
Choreographed summer camp talent show dance numbers.

And every other fucking funtastic crazy summer cliché you can imagine.


Double Dutch & Sno Cones Mixtape


**Disclaimer: Mixtape is loosely defined. If you run through the sprinkler with a white t-shirt on, your nipples will show.