Friday Night Leathers.

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?