As much as I totally want to hang out with Dita von Teese, I’m like 90 percent sure I wouldn’t be able to keep up with her.
People from my old job keep texting me to take their shifts… Um guys I haven’t worked there in about 4 months so…
Why can’t I have been my age for twenties jazz?
And fifties swing?
And 60s-70s psychedelic?
And 90s goth?
Wtf, Miley Cyrus and Kim Kardashian both looked absolutely absurd at the Met gala. You’d think with all that money they’d be able to afford a good stylist, or at least a decent mirror.
One of my professors this semester (whose class I’ve absolutely despised and who I think highly lacks in teaching skills) assigned the following as finals:
-A 2500 word final paper
-A presentation of said paper
-A final exam
-An additional 1000 word essay about what we thought about the class (in which I was brutally honest)
Who does that??