Hey Lady,

Have you discovered etsy yet? High fashion is great, but to me, true fashion is all about lifting up the new and true avant garde. Check it:







A few fresh statements I thought worthy of attention. Time to go jump my boyfriend. Peace!

~ Karma

P.S. Currently addicted to Pink Sugar by Aquolina. I can't stop smelling myself...

P.P.S. In case it's necessary to say this, I am in no way affiliated with etsy or any of the above artists. I just think they're awesome. :)

Miss Gaga,

Please do a show with Morrissey. I'm begging you.

Thank you kindly,

Miss Kamilienne

Dear Gaga,

I wandered into an Anthropologie store yesterday. I had never been into one before. And I loved it. Except, if I could, I would rather make my own versions of the "homemade" stuff they sell so expensively. If only I could stick to a project long enough to finish it before starting another one.

~ Karma

P.S. Just discovered Overstock.com has very similar items available for less. Cha-ching!

Dear Gaga,

Listening to your music is uplifting, inspiring, and empowering. I can't wait for your next song. In the meantime, I dance to Starstruck in the bathroom as I prepare for the evening.

Showertime!

Monster Love,

Karma Kamilienne

Dear Miss Gaga,

I read your feature in Vanity Fair. As a Southern Californian, I'm sad that you don't like Hollywood. Not that I blame you, of course; I don't like it either. It's just that I'm kicking myself that I didn't take opportunities to meet you when I had them. I really do think you would like the South Bay better; you should give it a try.

Anyway, I am grateful for your greatness. You have taken your dreams and transposed them into The Big Picture. I have so many dreams, yet it seems I can't realize just one. I love to read about you and watch your music, to live through you vicariously. Living the dream, whatever that means.

In my head, I've sang and danced to your songs, imagining myself wearing outlandish outfits and pouring my heart out with your words. I don't want no paper gangster.

Growing up, I never imagined I would live a normal life. I believed I was destined for something big. Even the peers who taunted me couldn't keep me down. I think it was the overwheming anxiety that did me in, or perhaps the psychiatric test conductor who concluded my dreams were the stuff of grandiose naivete. Apparently, such thinking is suitable for little children only, not for 13 year olds who should be learning the ropes of "reality."

Now at 25, I live in a small studio in a Los Angeles suburb, with a dead-end job and only dreams for the future. I have lots of dreams; they are nothing like they used to be, but I would be a wealthy young woman if dreams alone made money. Maybe I'll share them here. Maybe..

Until next time,

Karma Kamilienne