i hate kelly clarkson.

friday night we went out with our "friend" who took us to "full frontal night" at a bar called splash. there was a fifteen dollar cover charge and brothel in the basement. we hated it. after an hour of really regretting the decision to go there, we made our way back to bushwick, brooklyn to go to a bar (whose name i cannot remember at the moment). we met up with some friends there, and partied with moby (yes, moby), who corey managed to graze shoulders with all night. drinks were cheap and i didn't mind it. also, that night corey and i broke from our fashion comfort zones, as he wore an extreme deep-v/bandana combo and i had on a pair of sexy hotpants.

i didn't have to work yesterday, so i spent most of the day dicking around downtown. i need some new shoes, but have yet to find some good flats. truth be told, i'm also thinking of buying some birkenstocks, but corey won't let me on account of me not being a lesbian. stop ruining my life, corey...i do what i want.

some photos from soho: