This morning when I was doing the walk of shame back to my apartment wearing daisy dukes and a t-shirt, a greasy guy in bleached ripped up jeans approached me and asks me where I work. WTF? So of course I ask why and he says he wants to offer me a job..."In the entertainment industry." Mother fucker. I guess dressing like a skank gets you these thrilling opportunities of being randomly given an "entertainment industry" job at 7 am in the morning... Note to self- stop dressing like a stripper or people will think that's your dream job.
Keeping my cheeks hidden for a while...