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…that I realize that although I dress more conservatively than I once did, I still do not dress in a manner that invites employment opportunities. Dressing like a time traveller from 1942 can be just as off-putting as dressing like Lisbeth Salander.
Tomorrow I am going to apply at an adult bookstore that looks from the outside to be rather sleazy, and I realized that your average purveyor of adult materials would not want to hire someone who dresses the way I do every day. So I have to dress like a normal person, while still hinting at the fact that most of my wardrobe is almost as old as my grandmother.
How I am going to do this, I have not yet figured out. I am thinking pencil skirt with tank top and leather jacket. Sort of a ‘Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill!’ aesthetic.
I just spent almost an hour making fun of my current next door neighbor, and my former downstairs neighbor with my best friend.
We have determined that the former downstairs neighbor looks exactly like Ryan Reynolds (even though she is a girl) and that the next door neighbor is creepy, and possibly racist.
Next up? Pranks, maybe.
This is the most fun I have had in a week. What is wrong with me?