Two Love Affairs

My two love affairs. Coffee and Chicago. The ultimate orgasm: coffee IN Chicago. (Trying to figure out how to make a Viagra joke here…comin’ up blank).

Here is a photo survey of me in Chicago, drinking coffee.

OxOx, Amy Rebecca




Backwards Doodles

This post started out as a rant against Christian society.

But this world is filled with enough rants, so I’ll refrain.

You know what this world needs more of? Inspirational quotes. Here you go:

“Happiness can be found even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light.”

-Albus Dumbldore

OxOx, Amy Rebecca



My Pal Cal

So I have this pal. Her name is Cal. (Actually her name is Caroline slash she wishes it was Calliope slash people call her Callie). Cal has amazing style. It is so finely cultivated and she looks perfect in her own Cal/Caroline/Calliope/Callie sort of way. I might actually start a blog only about her.
Anyways, Cal had on a super awesome boot/sock/pants combo today, so I grabbed my little black box with magical powers and captured the moment into one small rectangle. You’re welcome for the boot porn.

OxOx, Amy Rebecca



Where I Want At Last

I wrote this poem during a dark period of my life while recovering from surgery…but let’s be real here, aren’t most poems written during dark periods of life? Poems about good days are sort of boring, and all seem to be kind of alike. Will you people think I’m smarter if I quote Tolstoy now? I think he said it well when he wrote “All happy families resemble one another, each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way”.

OxOx, Amy Rebecca

Where I Want At Last

If you wake up tomorrow and you find

Me lost in a permanent sleep


Please, just know I’m where I want at last

Trapped in dreams just as sweet as dreams can be

No hurt, no pain, no tears, no shame

Just joy and laughter,

Love, and hearts overflowing with


So, please don’t miss me

Don’t waste your time

Think of where I am

And what I left behind


Drowning in Stats

I am taking my AP Statistics final today. I haven’t studied. I am going to fail. My only comfort is knowing that, when I get rejected from college because of my failed Stats class, I will still have a failing fashion blog to sustain me. Sweet mother I’m goin’ down…



I’m calling this post WIW because it stands for What I’m Wearing. Also because If you say “Wiw” out loud, it sounds really funny. Try it. Heh. I think I’ll start taking little snaps of my outfits so that all of my zero followers can laugh at my tackiness.

OxOx, Amy Rebecca