What the heck do I do with all this fabric?
I was in a bad mood yesterday. Real bad. Maybe it’s because I didn’t get much sleep the night before. The man who lives on the floor above us stomps around at night and yells at his girlfriend. “THIS IS THE END OF THIS CONVERSATION! I AM SO DONE WITH THIS!!!” is something I have heard him say. Other things too. I know who he is. He’s in a band. I won’t say which one because I don’t want to get in trouble, but I will say is that it was Joe’s favorite band when he was in high school. And John C. Reilly played this guy in one of the band's music videos.
So back to the story…I didn’t get much sleep the night before, and I had a miserable day of sorting through loads of fabric and trying to figure out where to put what in my office. I was so sick of unpacking and trying to get my apartment in order and just ready to start work. Enough is enough. So after a full day of this frustration, I headed out to the corner bodega to grab some caffeine. Let me set the scene by saying that my hair was greasy, I was wearing my Kansas t-shirt and a ratty old zip up hoodie, and I hadn’t even bothered to wash my face or cover my dark under eye circles. So I’m walking down the street and I notice some girl staring at me. I literally SCOWL back at her like “What the eff are you looking at, beeotch?” And at that very moment she says, “I read your blog!” Dang.