Every ol’ second sunday of the month comes a magical time where enough racks and piles of vintage clothes and antique goodies to fulfill my wildest dreams can be found at the Rose Bowl Flea Market. I’ve been going to the Rose Bowl with my mom since my middle school years and since then I’ve acquired sum trinkets of wisdom on what to look for, how to prepare and most generally how TO “Rose Bowl Flea Market” that I shall share with you.
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I have dragged ouiouiali into a dormant stage and I am sorry to my miniscule amount of followers for that. Sometimes I just get too lazy to write and sometimes I feel like nobody actually cares to read unless it’s a bullet-pointed list with pictures. It’s almost more of a therapeutical way for my egotistical self to blab on, like a diary except I exploit it on the internet, and I don’t really know if that’s a good thing or not but hey, yolo. I sat in bed today and watched Girls and ate a sandwhich, utterly failing to keep up with new paleo diet. The paleo diet transition has been a failing, flailing attempt from the start, I’m not even sure why I seriously thought I could last so long without shoving my face with extra cheddar blast goldish. Who. Am i.
It’s pretty inspiring to finish an episode of Girls and see that Lena Dunham’s name plops on screen underneath the first three title roles in the credits: Director, Writer and Producer. Her ingenious creativity and incredible writing is what prompted me to do a brief post on ouiouiali. Luv u, boo.
~ xoxo Ali ~
The other day I found myself with restless energy and a desire to explore roads unknown to me in Los Angeles, yet I could not find anybody to accompany me on the excursion. So, I decided I needed to abandon my fear of doing things alone.
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5 days of insanity, scarce sleep, microwavable burritos and beads, beads galore. Mardi is love, mardi is lyfe.
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