I get these euphoric jitters everytime I see my name in print. I think it's in the stars, I think my Gemini-Cancer cusp thinggamajigga made it such that I was made to mindfuck [as Julius would say] the masses through the publishing industry.
Darling, you may not
want that pair of Dolce & Gabbana shades, but it's my job to make you
think you
need it. You may not want that Helena Rubenstein's latest Swarovski makeup offering, but it's my job to make sure you think it's your key to a sexyvampykarboolah Xmas party.
I've wicked dark eye rings that's the size of the Amazon, thanks to Catalog. Thank God Jeremy's out this evening.
I still have my ITP report to do.
Fuck.
I need a break.
posted by Fuzzy @ 22:46