So it’s officially Memorial Day Weekend and while all the irresponsible idiots take up space at the shore, I’ll be home. Working all weekend with chronic headache. Serving tables tomorrow is sure to be super fun. Especially since all the customers will be old bags that couldn’t make it off their front porch for the weekend. Don’t worry grannies, there’s always Turner Classic Movies
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I’ve attempted to blog for many years in many different variations. I had a WordPress prior to this which seemed to generate the most interest. It was mainly about fashion since I was working in fashion at the time. However, there’s so much more to me than that. If you know me, you know that I’m a completely ridiculous person with little to no care about what’s going on around me. So why blog about it? Is it because I wanna be a cool blogger with funky glasses that thinks it’s still hip to live in Williamsburg? No, it’s not. But why can’t I just blog about nothing? Do I have to write about every shit I take? Even the green ones? I mean, sometimes they’re a little yellow-brown but I’m not gonna be picky. From now on, please enjoy short essays about my life. About my uncomfortableness around kids and old people. About my horrible taste in music and teen fiction. About my lip balm obsession for the Jay-Z’s resting nicely underneath my nose. And about my egregious friends who disappoint me on a daily basis.
Thank you for your time even though you probably just read the title, first sentence and proceeded to click the X.
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Conde Nast’s job application process is literally a nightmare.
