The Negative Effects of Project Runway
Ok, here I sit, tears welling in my eyes, clutching a roll of toilet paper. What am I so upset about, you ask? Love? Death? Taxes? No, folks, it's the only thing that truly matters...Project Runway. It's 11:27, I have a job interview in the city in the morning, and I'm not about to go to sleep because my favorite person was just aufed and it was all a big conspiracy and it sucks and... Oh shit, I need a g & t.
That's right. Nick got sent home. Uncle Nick. My favorite runway person got sent back to Cali, which is not overall a horrible place to be, but still. Oh for fucks sake. Stop sniffling!!!!
And Santino is just a big jerk and I take back all positive things I said about him and his Red Lobster comments. Fuck Santino. Fuck Red Lobster. Fuck their blue drinks and their red red lobster.
Soo yeah. I have this interview in the morning, in SAN FRANCISCO, that I am not ready for in the least, except for the fact that I bought a new jacket that was way above my budget, but the way I figure it, sometimes you have to spend money to make money. And if I get this job, it will be sooo worth it, because I'll be making about 4 times what I make right now. Which is sweeeeeeeeet.
But not that sweet because Nick is gone. Oh, Sweet Nick. If pigs fly tomorrow and you read this, just know that this Bay Area Southern Girl loves your stuff, and honey, you look delicious in pink. Call me, babe. I'll make the tea, you make the dress.
Off to take a bath and replenish some of the brain cells I lost whilst crying over a reality show...
That's right. Nick got sent home. Uncle Nick. My favorite runway person got sent back to Cali, which is not overall a horrible place to be, but still. Oh for fucks sake. Stop sniffling!!!!
And Santino is just a big jerk and I take back all positive things I said about him and his Red Lobster comments. Fuck Santino. Fuck Red Lobster. Fuck their blue drinks and their red red lobster.
Soo yeah. I have this interview in the morning, in SAN FRANCISCO, that I am not ready for in the least, except for the fact that I bought a new jacket that was way above my budget, but the way I figure it, sometimes you have to spend money to make money. And if I get this job, it will be sooo worth it, because I'll be making about 4 times what I make right now. Which is sweeeeeeeeet.
But not that sweet because Nick is gone. Oh, Sweet Nick. If pigs fly tomorrow and you read this, just know that this Bay Area Southern Girl loves your stuff, and honey, you look delicious in pink. Call me, babe. I'll make the tea, you make the dress.
Off to take a bath and replenish some of the brain cells I lost whilst crying over a reality show...
posted by Southern Belle at 2:26 AM
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