Archive for November, 2013

Saturday, November 23rd, 2013

Elevator. The horrifically entitled girls that populate my building. They usually talk about jewelry and diss friends with less money. They are all in their 20s. They wear flats and Burberry trench coats and have sensible highlights. More than 3 of these girls are called “Piper”. (their boyfriends talk about life insurance packages, how great their future father-in-law is, and golf. They wear polo shirts with popped collars and loafers.) When they say good morning to me, it’s with a grimace like somebody farted. Maybe I will, next time.


Saturday, November 23rd, 2013

yes sweetheart, lately, I’m damn mad!

Saturday, November 23rd, 2013

the bane of my (new) fucking life; the masses of dumb, untrained fashion people, blissfully and moronically oblivious to any reference prior to 1992. This new hobby is wearing thin.

Friday, November 22nd, 2013

means to an end.

Wednesday, November 20th, 2013

infuriating, to do three callbacks, get to final stretch,
and then lose the part to such an obvious, tacky, inferior choice.
i can just kill you right now.