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?
Humph.


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??
