Oh Dad, you Fashionisto
ME-- White blouse: J.Crew, Navy Blouse: Anthro, Skirt: J.Crew, Shoes: Kohls, Purse: Coach BUT from China. . . . . so most likely FAKE. MOM-- Dress: Charming Charlies, Jacket: Thrifted, Shoes: Gap, Purse: DSW. Aint she a beaut?
My blogging has been non-existent, and for that I'm sorry.
I'm just like, really stressed about life and blogging is kinda the last thing on my mind.
I've been trying to find a freaking job.
Jobs are hard to come by, and right now, I'm trying to find one in New York.
If you know a guy, who knows a guy? Let me know.
But seriously. I'll take anything. . . Sorta.
So today was an awkward day for me at work.
I wash my face at night, but sometimes I don't get all the mascara off.
As a result, I wake up sometimes with some mascara underneath my eyes.
Well, I didn't look in the mirror this morning. Ya I do that.
When I got to work, I was having a conversation with my boss.
Afterwards, I went to the bathroom. It looked like I had been punched in the face by a dog.
There was black makeup all the way down to my cheekbones.
What the what?
Should I start looking in the mirror in the morning?
I say yay.
Oh man I'm tired . . .
and ya . . . seriously if you know a guy in NYC who is hiring. Help a sister out.