M: I am reading this and it's fascinating.
A: I read that! So crazy.
M: Half a million dollars. DOLLARS. On crazy leather clothes mostly.
A: Well, this pretty much kills any desire I had for Rag & Bone boots:
M: I just laughed SO HARD.
A: I mean, I don't know what this is all doing for your love of Friday Night Lights, but I'm sorry.
M: He just wrote the book and is in no way responsible for the fictional Coach and Tim Riggins, so I'm cool.
A: I'm glad to hear it. I worry.
M: Haaaa. It takes more than a shopaholic weirdo to make me hate this:
A: Oh, hi!
And that's good, because there is this.
M: Or this:
But especially this:
A: I...don't even remember what we were talking about.
M: I am just so AMUSED by Buzz.
M: Except the underwear shot OMGGGGGGG.
A: UNNECESSARY.
M: I found him so weirdly endearing until that and now I am blind.
A: My favorite part of that article is the part where he thought, "You just don't give a fuck" was a compliment. No.
M: I know.
A: "You look like Bon Jovi!" is also not a compliment.
M: Haaaaaa.
A: But, what do I know? I've never spent more than half a MILLION DOLLARS on designer clothes.
M: Mostly leather.
A: And women's boots.
M: At least they are nice boots?
