One of my most depressing & startling realizations is the fact that, at 29 years old, I am not THE overrated starlet du jour. Seriously, after 3 TV series leads and countless commercials, it absolutely devastates me that Im not being paid on a daily basis to do what comes naturally to me: ENTERTAIN.
SIGHHH......anyways heres what I wore today, to basically unload a dishwasher & bring people coffee:
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| photos courtesy of Kanga |
tunic: H&M
tights: Pacific Mall
necklace: Marciano
watch: Guess
booties: Aldo
Even tho I admit Im not always the most "see the glass half full" kinda chick in the world, I have to acknowledge the little luxuries that get me thru the workday:
1. My favourite morning hot drink blend.....1 bag green tea & 1 bag peppermint.....in my snazzy Starbucks mug. Side note: the ONLY way I can justify purchasing anything from Starbucks is by pocketing a shit-load of Splenda packets whenever Im there. I figure the amount of money Ive spent there VS. the amount of Splenda Ive stolen from them, Ive pretty much broken even......
2. My infamous ball chair....where my ass lives 7 hours a day. I cant use it when Im wearing a mini cuz lets face it; NO ONE needs to see that (without dindin, drinks, & a new Chanel wallet first.....)
3. My little notebook.....where I write all my thoughts & book-learnin's. I love stripes. Theyre very French-Riviera-meets-Audrey-Hepburn chic.
4. Kanga - my "life partner" at work. Seriously, this woman is my world from 9-5, Monday-Friday. After many fights (our drama puts The Hills girls to shame) I think we finally understand that we're stronger together than apart. Ive never had a sister, but I imagine that relationship being very similar to mine & hers: sometimes I feel like shes the only one who understands me & has my back, other times shes irritating to the point of me wanting to fucking kill the bitch.....and I dont doubt for a minute she feels the EXACT same way about me.
FIERCEWITHAHIGHWAIST
