Thursday, January 21, 2010

Every freaking day.

I have no place in my life for anything with the modifier "everyday" attached.
Everyday underwear and everyday dishes, I have no time for you.

Last I checked every day was inclusive of today, and what if I die today?
I refuse to go out in white cotton panties, sipping some innocuous something from a mug with the words Pottery Barn stamped on the bottom. No way.