And I'm only .03 points away from graduating MAGNA cum laude. So, no matter what... (as long as I don't blow it in Italy, which I won't) I'll graduate with honors. That'll do pig, that'll do. (Yes, I just referred to myself as 'pig'... it works).
Here comes the shame... I bought distressed jeans yesterday.
And I told Emily...
Me: FYI I bought distressed jeans today. Where the hell were you when I needed you?
EMS: No longer speaking to you. Find friends at Jax beach.
Me: J.Crew. $30. A little redemption? I needed jeans that fit. I got regulars tooooooo. [See the desperation??]
EMS: Take them back. I'll mail you a check for $30.
Me: Kitsy says they look cute. Plus they go great with my new Ed Hardy tee. With bling.
EMS: Talk to you never.
Did I mention that I lurv her? And if you're lusting after my new jeans, they're $10 cheaper in the store. Tell them I said hi.... people know me. I'm kind of a big deal.
Well aren't you just the Finky. McFinks. A. LOT.
ReplyDeleteCan I say that I am THRILLED to have found you are blogging. Life is complete now, because I can die a happy girl that has laughed uncontrollably at things like distressed jeans.
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