Hola!I I hear the messenger cart wheel it's way down to my office and drop off my xmas swag. Hmmmmmm....let me see.....
Sucks ass. Blows. Ay yi yi.
Wow, what an ungrateful, shallow cuchi hoochi bitch, you say. And I would say, " you got it, that would be me!". Everything is so damn expensive out there that it has priced me beyond my piggy bank...so, at the end of the year, as gratitude for a lil sumthin' sumthin', I am actually expecting to see things I can't afford. Items that may have been chewed on by the visiting office puppy in the sample room...but something MAJOR. As gratitude for the hours of ulcer inducing phone calls to get that one piece out of Vogue's hands for five minutes to shoot in my rag pages. A free old billboard. But instead...notes of donations (i wuz into that years ago, not anymore), cheap and ugly looks or bags or scarves or fragrances-huh?, cookies (i'm already voluptuous, i dont need extra sugar)...actually did get a few gift cards...which i kind of like. THey all know what we WANT...hand it over. Would it kill anyone to send a Fendi, A Histoire or a Loubie? would it?
Speaking of Loubies...there is a new extra platform. Hmmmm....so instead of four inches...you're now at five and still walking an not dying. The cork has returnedas well...thank the lord!
Tired and cranky. No Hills. no nothing. Peace!
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