The Day So Far
I’ve had a rather inauspicious start to the day here. Despite it being Friday, even. Firstly, I forgot until yesterday that I have to work on Sunday. 2 weekend days per year must the superBadGirl work, and this Sunday is onesuch. The worst part of working is the stupid outfit I have to wear. Honestly. You know how your outfit influences your mood? Well I have to stand around all day in khakis and a polo shirt, looking like a Busty McTitsalot’s dorky sister, and I don’t like it. Actually I will be sitting and giving presentations. But anyway. Also, Sunday is time change. And it’s just now getting bright enough in the mornings that I don’t want to stab myself rather than get out of bed. So time springs forward and we lose that for another month. Feck.
In addition to that I decided yesterday that I needed some arch-support socks for my broken foot. That was a very stupid idea. It’s amazing how much arch-support socks can hurt a broken foot. Just that subtle squeeze on the middle of my foot, but it’s shooting pains right up to my hip. Dumb me. So this may turn into a 2-painkiller day, and we’ve been having 1-painkiller days for weeks now. Also, I went to the cafeteria for breakfast, got two biscuits and some jelly and walked back to my office. For that I have to go outside. As I opened the door to the outside, one of my biscuits BLEW AWAY. I think that if one of your biscuits blows away down the alley, that’s like… cartoon-level inauspicious day start.
Anyway, at least it’s sunny here.
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Project Runway once again makes my head want to explode with their stupid final choice (my opinion). And what makes it worse is that this year they were talking about taking the winners designs and making some of them available to buy on Bluefly. Well, there’s no way I’m going to buy some over-tailored Chanel-wannabe piece of crap jacket with a Jerry Seinfeld Puffy Shirt pretending to be a cravat oozing out the top. But congrats anyway, 3rd-asshole-designer-to-win-out-of-four-seasons. At least we can be reasonably certain he won’t use the prize money to buy fake tits like Chloe did.
Also, Khaki pants and a polo?!?! I am so sorry Susie. Maybe you can get a full body cast for the day, it’d be way more fashionable. :)
So basically if you get your biscuit / ice cream / doughnut etc blown out of your hand by the wind, these guys have some geek in a satellite whos job it is to detect it and immediately dispatch someone to bring you a free replacement.
Ok, so some people might argue that the money could be better spent on rescue services or helping the poor or something, but they need to realise just how traumatic it is to lose tasty comfort food suddenly and without warning.
I could maybe do the khakis if they let me wear a cool shirt. Perhaps they are unaware that a polo shirt, particularly on a female person, is the anti-cool shirt.
*has never heard of Project Runway, and is not sorry*
And Sue, yes, Christian is a twit and his clothes are overdesigned Vivienne Westwood knockoff crap. And don’t get me started on those shoes. He did not deserve to win and IMO needs a fierce beating. But Rami’s clothes were a HOT mess, some of them. The evening gowns, fine. But those horrible pink dresses with the giant shoulders? And Jillian? On principle alone I didn’t want her to win. Hello you histrionic dipshit - not every female on the planet can wear a 6″ pleated mini skirt, or skin-tight jodhpurs with a sweater that has holes cut into the midriff. The only more disagreeable woman on there was that uptight Victoria, who badly needed the broom handle unwedged from her colon.
As for your’e last post Susan - No a clue!
*Waves at the fishie*