
Saturday, August 11, 2007
whatever you think it is,
it fucking isn't.
oh good good grief. it is such a pain to have a sensitive nose,
esp when you have to sieve to cartons and cartons of fabric.
plus, they are soooo not clean! so damn not clean, i tell you.
that's where i have been these weeks/months.
lost and lost in those filthy filthy FILTHY fabrics.
i hope the collection meets the datelines and expectations.
but honestly, i'm a little on the "screw-it" vibe.
really, i'm thisclose to being done with pleasing others.
it's about my work and my work only.
i, for tom dick and harry's sake, am a fashion designer.
i am not your chatty gal pal or aunt agony or pr agency.
what i do is sketch, think and sew. geddit!?
ohmama. it's 4 am and i'm not done with sorting my things.
and i've got work tmr! plus, i've skipped work on weds.
and! one of my 2 bossesjust gave birth! yes, joy joy joy!
but it means extra extra work work work.
( i don't have an explanation for the use of repetition.)
so goodbye jollys.
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kurt: you missed the pick up date!
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manda: everyone's asking about your necklace!
i'm thinking of making more dresses. you want, you want?
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fuzz: oooh, you! please please pimp my stuff anytime!
i wanna give u a good ol'e squeezy suffocating hug!
christy the great.
i like nonsense
i love tangle