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Random Stuff About Victoria

Whoever said less is more… clearly never had enough more.

If you have been reading me for a while, you remember my giant pearl necklace of invincibility.

The way it works is that it is so giant and irritating, that the entire time you are wearing it you are distracted from anything that might give you anxiety, intimidate you, or make you feel less-than.

You will never wonder if people are judging you or looking at you weird, because they are.

But you get to decide what for.

DIY double pearl earrings… Dior knockoff and other giant pearl jewelry!

hanging out with Diana. I am the subtle one, incase you were confused.

*aside* I am so tempted to run the retouching brush over the corner of my eye where it is weirdly lumpy… but I am still debating how much of an ass I want the internet to allow me to become. *end aside*
Wow. This is totally fascinating… keep reading.

Filling an ex-boyfriend’s truck with trash… a DIY story. Texas Pt 2

Shortly after I started blogging, I wrote one of my favorite posts— a departure from anything house-related, it was the story of how my best friend and I packed up and moved to Texas.

But I ended up taking part of the story out: the part about how we filled an ex-boyfriend’s truck with trash.

At the time, I was new to this whole idea of over-sharing with total strangers on the internet, and I cautioned myself to exercise some restraint.

But I’ve developed a sense of (possibly misguided) friendship with you total strangers, and I really want to tell you this story… Plus, you know, restraint just really isn’t my thing.

A story about my best friend, a guy who wasn't very nice, and how we repaid him.

Wow. This is totally fascinating… keep reading.

I am too sad to write a post.

We spent last weekend at Penn State… My youngest brother graduated and then drove off to St. Louis, where he will either get a job, apply to medical school, or become homeless… depending on the degree to which it turns out he is able to function independently of my mother reminding/ hounding/haranguing/monitoring/and acting as secretary, war general, and private chef.

For 23 years, Matthew has been at my parents’ house nearly every time I’ve been there. Even when he went away to college, he was home for random weekends, school breaks, and holidays. My entire definition of family requires that Matthew live at home with my parents… For the rest of his life.

But instead of accommodating me, Matthew got in his car with his girlfriend Alex, and moved across the country.

Wow. This is totally fascinating… keep reading.