God I love life! I graduated from SUNY Oneonta this past month and am ready to face the work world armed with a Bachelor's in Theatre and my former Associates in Fashion Merchandising Management from FIT (along with charm, talent, the most creative mind ever, and a majorly inflated ego...jk, you know I hate myself). hahahahaha. After a wonderful memorial day weekend with my boyfriend and family, my week quickly turned to shit when I got yelled at for scratching up my car (hey, how was I supposed to know I wasn't allowed to use the green side of the sponge to scrape off the bugs?!), yelled at for "borrowing" one of my sister's shirts when I left the city (oopsie), and verbally bashed by a friend for no reason at all. Oh well, I'm off to the city again this weekend to cat-sit, lounge in the sun on my sister's new outdoor terrace, and hopefully see my bf. In the meantime, I'll leave you with some superficial images of a new shirt I constructed in honor of my friend. I'd really love to elaborate on this story, but that would just be juvenile and uncalled for. I think these mirror images certainly capture her description of my supposed concern with appearances though. PERFECT.
The front reads:
90% 97% CONCERNED WITH APPEARANCES
The Back reads:
BFFs EST. 1993, Because That's what Friends are For :)
I guess my frustration with these past few days really got the best of me. Because in addition to listening to this song about 10 times a day (
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6_9blTxwFeA ) even though I'm pretty broke so the chorus isn't even applicable, I also brainstormed a brilliant cooking show.
I want to created a show called "The High Heeled CUNTessa" in which I prance around the kitchen in high heels and sexy little outfits (this would attract the male viewers) and bitch about my day, the people I dislike, the things in the world and society I don't like (this would attract female viewers) and make an awesome meal. :D
