Pictured above: My most prized possession.
On Saturday night I wear it out with heels and a flashy necklace and look like a fucking ho then on Sunday afternoons (not mornings, be serious, guys) I wear it out with Birkenstocks and a boy’s cardigan and look like a fucking ho.
“Chelsea Hotel #2” — The Shivers (mp3)
I ate tacos with these guys a few weeks ago! Well, I actually just ate all the free chips that Jo kindly kept asking our waitress to refill on my behalf. The kinda creamy green salsa at that place is insane.
and I told you I was thinking about completing a project under the name of an alter ego I created named, say, Sasha Fierce. And then let’s pretend I told you I wanted to construct a titanium glove to signify when I was transformed into Sasha Fierce and then wear it in public while doing my job.
What would you say to me? Would you say, “Hey, great idea Cate. Or should I say Sasha?”No, you wouldn’t. You’d be like, “Shut the fuck up you idiot.”
I know (I mean I really, really know) that I’m not Beyonce but for god sakes when do your friends stop telling you the truth? Does she even have friends? Once you start thinking it’s legitimate to have an alter ego I think the majority of human interaction becomes unavailable to you.
FYI I actually do have an alter ego and her name is Shakira Are You Gonna Eat That Devine.
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