Sh*t Fashion Girls Say

I would draw parallel lines between this blog and a, let's say... a goldfish. 

If you don't feed it regularly, then it would most certainly die, and pretty fast for that matter. Sorry for putting that image into your head. 

And for almost a year writing this blog I've had more than one goldfish. And now I'm trying again. If Steven Spielberg would make a movie series about all the fish I've had then the adventures of the present gouldy would be called "Goldfish: The Revenge of The Grandchild". Are you still following me with the weird metaphor? 

When I first started blogging I wasn't in a good place, mentally. So the idea of this blog was to pull me out of there by sharing things I love/mean something to me and share the rock n roll emotions with everyone else, who by intention or accidentally found their way here. A shared good thing doubles the feelgood moment. And also to prove to myself that I can commit to something and I can be persistent, to really be there for the long run. Well I certainly showed myself, huh? Proof: dead goldfish. 

I'm an Aries. That means I'm stubborn. I'm not giving up. Proof: you're reading it. 

This small introduction is really useless and uninformative. Figured that only now. But as I've already written this and spent time on this I'm not going to delete it. 

"Get to the point already, would you?!" 

You've got a point there, my friend. 

Actually I wanted to share a video I stumbled across. It's about fashion extremes. "Fashion is my passion" and "fashion is a lifestyle" one can say that is not wrong, but seriously, some take it too far. Although, I can relate to a couple (I must stress: a couple) of the examples he makes fun of, there are people out there that act like that...all the time.
So have a laugh, maybe even at yourself.

Did you recognize yourself?