Magazine Drop


So I ran into my local magazine shop hoping I'd get Fantastic Woman. Ended up getting Fantastic Man, Vogue Italia September and Acne Paper. Seventy dollars later. Fuck me in the ass. I'm obvi quite bad with math and didn't really think about how much it'd cost until I got to the counter. I had to stop myself from getting Pop, the one with Japanified Britney on the cover looking suspiciously young.

The Vogue Italia is a 3D issue. I'm so sick of 3D. 3D can suck my dick in 3D. 3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D3D

That's how many magazines came in the Vogue Italia pack. A fucking phonebook.

THAT FUCKING MIU MIU DRESS A-GAIN. I am so beyond over that dress. You know what? Maybe I'll just buy  one and be done with it.

My shoes arrived too. Finally after customs sliced and diced the shoebox. Take a look...

Cut from one end to the other

Maybe they thought there was heroin pressed into the shoebox. I wish.

And I got my bag too. It's not as terrible as I thought it would be. It's pretty meh but it's a good size. It's pleather too. Classy bitch.


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