I appear to be famous.

That's what it translates to right? When someone follows your blog?

I will now take this time to single out a certain Brissa L. Porter.
L for Laura, not Licorice.
Wut wut. Yeah. Yeah. Weeeerd dawg.

Yes, I just made a rap out of that. I wish you could have hear the sick beats I threw down with those lyrics. Wut wut.

Update much?
I scooted my finals all a day forward. Except Biology. That dreadful exam is still on Thursday. Though I wish I would make Thursday disappear this week. FCHD was tonight, and guess what World? I didn't fail. Boom boom pow. My score is a secret, but I'll give you a clue - I was pleasantly satisfied.

Do with that what you will, Sherlock.

Love,
Khyrie Tess - the sickest rapper you'll ever meet

Figaro! Figaro! Figaro!

I was doing a little bit of online browsing this afternoon (I seem to have become addicted). And I came across these beauties. Aren't they just...really...truly...the ugliest things you have ever seen?
Figaro Boots. Unique. Extraordinary.
And OH! They have so many wonderful features. Exposed heel and toe while the ankle stays warm, with that stylish heel that just completes the ensemble. What ARE these???

On a happier note, today is Sunday. Which is the beginning of the rest of the week, obviously. Full week ahead of me. My FCHD final is tomorrow, History is Tuesday, then the murderous Biology is Thursday. I wish I had a very smart study-buddy. Pshh, I wish I could just have someone else take them for me. Lamesauce, but I think I'll survive because after this week, the semester is over. YAHOOOOO!

It's cold outside. I want to buy another pair of boots...just some super duper stylish ones...like those Figaro Boots perhaps? And for the low price of $149.99 they could be yours too!

That's disgusting.

Love,
Khyrie Tess - the fashionista extraordinaire

Steeze, Style, Grace

This little blog is my little public journal.
Free for all.

FACTS:
On average, I paint my nails two to three times a week.
I look like a monster when I wake up.
I leave all the lights on when I'm home alone.

I'm (probably) going to get mocked by boyfriend for starting this blog.
But he'll secretly love it.