Not sure if anyone out there has a riot of a hairdresser like mine, but Friday while I was there inhaling bleach through hair follicles, she showed me her secret stash of magazines that no one else but her clients get to view. Much better than Teen Vogue.
BPM is this amazing mess of a magazine that covers music and life and stuff. I’ve never wanted to steal anything and rush to a computer and search everything so bad. I’m pretty sure once I’m done researching everything I didn’t know about, I’ll be like 15% cooler. I learned more in that hair appointment than, like, in the last week.
***Did I just say like in a blog? Who types that? Whatever.***
Everything from electrocore to Danny Masterson to the nightlife in Israel was discussed. I’m subscribing in another browser window now.