the best thing about being bi (-coastal, that is) obviously is having to take blog-sanctioned trips to visit the opposite coast. while it was vomiting snow in New York, I was strolling down Abbot Kinney in Venice, Cali-effing-fornia, soaking up some sun and shopping.
these Barbies know what’s up:
Ken ain’t so pretty with tire tracks over his face.
and then there’s this gem I found at Firefly:
honestly, I couldn’t have said it better myself.
