Yes, Thursday is shaping up to be full of even more fail than Wednesday was. The stupid burns, man. The stupid burns.
I think I lost my camera with all my photos from Hallowe'en, Day of the Dead, and election night. Today I have to craft a letter that won't burn bridges and somehow be diplomatic when I'm feeling very insulted and disrespected and want to say fuck it, if not fuck you.
BUT! I learned that if one should accidentally get fake blood on a borrowed $400+ silver lame custom-made over-bust corset, then baking soda, a couple drops of water, and a toothbrush will get it out. Thank God. I really do not want to have to pay for a corset that requires lacing down to 18 inches. My kidneys would be very unhappy if I owned that thing. And so would my very broke ass.
Boy, am I going to enjoy class tonight.
