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trash city

today is friday. and today was the day of my first annual review. at work. work is where is blog from.
i completely forgot about the whole fucking thing, until my entourage beeped me a reminder, 15 minutes before hand.
the review went incredibly well.. and as i was talking myself up, i thought about how trashy i look today.
trash fucking city.

last weekend, i wore my super draggy bell bottoms with my super tall shoes.
as i walked down my bedroom stairs, i tripped over The Dog. and busted my shit.
it looks like i've been beaten.. or at least handled roughly.. which i guess i have.. but by my own damn self.

i'm wearing my favorite t-shirt. it's disgusting. i removed the safety pin that holds the whole thing together, cuz i was actually going to wash it...
but then i wore it. and couldn't find the safety pin. so i put a sweater on. the shirt and sweater both came out of a garbage bag full of dirty clothes. dirt. city.

i'm also on my period. and for some reason have decided to use the massive life saver-esque pads they provide at work.. just for fun i guess. you can see the pad thru my pants...
the pants i've been wearing for two weeks without washing.
there is also a hole in my boot. oh. and peep my sweet ass fox tail on my purse int he background. PEEP

oh, and then there in The Intoxication Belt. it's got a jim beam buckle and marijuana leaves all over it. i don't even like jim beam. but i do love me some pot.
the real cake topper has to be the smell. today i am wearing an old hooded suede jacket i got on ebay.
it smells like it belonged to a dying old woman, who lived in a carton of cigarettes.
that, and i'm still not wearing makeup.. or brushing my hair.
apparently i don't even want to have sex anymore.