Suck on My Cowboy Boots, Black-and-Glitter Bitches
On Saturday night, I went to a party at some new swanky club. Considering I got laid off over a month ago, it took twice the normal amount of effort to look presentable because I had spent the last four days in the same pair of pajamas. That meant instead of shaving my legs like a normal girl, I had to dig out the beard trimmer from one of my many yet-to-be-unpacked boxes from when I moved. In July.
That’s right. Prepare yourself for all the awesome.
