You have to do things like... make sure your shirt and shoes match... and also make sure you're not trashy, but classy when picking out a serious outfit.
I had an outfit picked out for tomorrow... but it seems my bust has grown just a little since the last time I wore the shirt (ok, ok, it was the summer of 2005 when I wore it last... sue me) and it is now a little too... décolleté:
"All right, already! I'm a stripper! What else am I supposed to do with these things? I paid a lot of dough for 'em, I'm a Vegas native, so I'm going to parade them!"If only I had the balls to say something (slanderous?) like that in case someone confronted me about my choice in shirt.
Nah, instead, I'm going with a plain black tank, a khaki blazer, and dark jeans with black wedges.
Oh well, my stripper story will have to wait.
But hey, yey, hooray! Court room story for tomorrow!
3 comments:
How went court?
Court room story? Does this have anything to do with that dead hooker I found in my closet?
court = bad, annoying, waste of time, eternal!
I don't wanna go baaaaaaaack!
NM: You had one too?!
Post a Comment