the obesession continues

Just a real quick FYI, for you to write down somewhere important, like on your hand, or the 'fridgerator, because it is very important, and something you should be aware of, and something I should've realized a while ago:

See that? Right there? That is my dog. Her name is Switch. She sometimes bites.
And see this? Right here?OH? WHAT'S THIS? COULD THAT BE A JACK RUSSEL TERRIER? SORT OF SIMILAR TO MY JACK RUSSEL TERRIER?
Here is a better photo, taken from Susie Bubble's blog, taken from the new Elle Collections:

SO BASICALLY, ONE OF THREE THINGS ARE HAPPENING HERE:

• Back in my second year of preschool, when we got Switch, I knew, somehow, because I am psychic, that many years later, Miuccia Prada would literally duplicate my dog onto prints and send them out on the Miu Miu runway. And I am basically Matilda. Or at the very least, Raven Baxter.
  

• OR, Miuccia Prada is psychic, and knew that I had a dog like this, and was trying to send me subliminal messages through Miu Miu. And she is basically Matilda. Not Raven, because Miuccia is too cool for that.
  

• It is mere FATE, and I therefore cannot go on without being able to wear prints of my dog, all the time. Because, fate!

Which one is it, you ask? I do not know! But, I do know that to end a kind of pointless post, I will direct you to one of the most brilliant things ever written, to both compensate for the brain cells you lost reading this babbling, and because it is such a chunk of logic and truth and honesty and sums up so much about the internet and fashion that ugh just READ IT.