There are many ways to get through the holidays, but none so nice as with a magical little machine called the Nescafe Dolce Gusto that creates coffee house quality cappuccinos, mochas, chai tea lattes, iced teas, Americanos and all other form of “Holy fuck, I am so hung over, thank the ghost of my sobriety that I don’t have to brew COFFEE right now.”
The Nescafe Dolce Gusto is kind of a wonderful wonder of wonders. It makes espresso, plain old cup of Joe and everything in between and I have had one on my kitchen counter for about 2 years. It has seen me through hectic daylight, producing hella strong yet always delicious pick-me-ups, and has also been there for many a mellow midnight, churning up perfect hot chocolate and comforting tea.
As far as Christmas gifts go, the Nescafe Dolce Gusto is a pretty bomb one. And it comes in mighty handy on a New Years day.
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Let’s play a game, lovelies.
Can you spot the difference?
Are you shameless, awesome and fantastic enough to admit what EXACTLY those differences are?
I pray to sweet, gentle, black Santa Claus the answer to both those questions is, “Yes.”
Leave your educated guesses in the comments.
Oh. And happy Thursday.
Lulu*s is one of my favorite retailers for on-trend party dresses. And I’m not just saying that because they’ve so graciously agreed to give one of you this “Heart to Get Dress.” Which they have.
As someone who enjoys the filly things in life, I’m always looking for cute ways to show my girly side in my style choices (a lady cannot live on WTFs alone).
This minty, magical, sparkly moment of a dress from Lulu*s contains all the ingredients to get me feeling like a sexy little teacup without overexposing my chesticles or giving anyone around me a non-refundable and unsolicited ticket to The Booty Show.
Enter below for your chance to win this glittering dandy from Lulu*s and make sure to come back every day for more prizes, deals and dirty fashion deeds.
Reader Mina sent this super, hardcore, awesome, ok-looking-until-you-look-at-it-closely jacket in last night.
Moto Jacket with Cable Knit Sleeves: $37.80
“I‘m sorry what? Can you not handle trying to be badass so you cut up your grandma’s sweater and sewed the sleeves onto your pleather jacket?” Mina asks.
“Prolly,” I answer. “Either that or the jacket itself is having a mid-life crisis. It’s like a cable knit sweater is facing it’s own mortality and decided to get the garment equivalent of a sports car or a ponytail or worse, a hairpiece WITH a ponytail, by latching onto the pleather vest.”
Forever 21, You Look Ridiculous in That Convertible.
When obnoxious teens who don’t want to use condoms and rappers who have feuds with scumbags that beat the ever loving shit out of their girlfriends started saying, “YOLO” this year, I was confronted with a life dilemma. Just like that Natalie Imbruglia song, I was hella torn, ya’ll.
You Only Live Once Muscle Tee: $17.80
Torn between the douche-bag-iness. Torn between the fake Thug Life of light skinned finger waves and whatever alcoholic drink is trendy and/or paying for mentions that month. Torn between what would eventually become a hipster co-opting of this generation’s “Stay Young, Have Fun, Drink Pepsi” and the inevitable backlash that followed. However, this shirt is just so fucking lame I think it’s officially killed YOLO for good.
With this newest, albeit quite a bit too late, addition to the lore of YOLO, I’m pretty sure Forever 21 has managed to put the sleeveless, bedazzled, generic font nail in the coffin.
I know it’s hard to keep up with the whims of an entire generation, but if you can’t at least make t-shirts that are timely in their God awfulness, what are you under-employing all those workers for?
Forever 21, WTF?
JUST BECAUSE YOU DON’T HAVE A FERRAGAMO HANDBAG DOESN’T MEAN YOU CAN BEHAVE LIKE A CHILD.
Celebrity babies are smug. With their Prada diapers and Louis Vuiton binkies. Their first haircuts cost more than your first apartment and their first words are things like “electrolytes” and “gluten-free.” They’re smug and I’m sorry but it’s an undeniable fact of life, like forced nap-time or having to eat your broccoli, and I’m not the only one who is brave enough to type about it TO THEIR FACES.
Suri’s Burn Book is a hilarious and wonderfully hostile account of the missteps of some of the world’s most famous toddlers and their even more famous parents. It’s a Tumblr I’ve been cackling over and coveting for the entirety of 2012.
And guess what, bitches – The book is even BETTER.
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Overheard the first cliche clothing thought of the season this morning.