Wednesday, August 29, 2012

I Fought the Law

What do you get when you take a law student, strip her of her budget, subtract her will to live, add ten thousand pounds of books and multiply it by five classes?
Sweatpants. And credit card debt.
(This blog is my effort to bust out of both.)

Everything gets more complicated when you consider that I went from sharing a house with sixty girls (not a brothel) to sharing a house with two girls with wildly different closets to sharing an apartment with Boyfriend, who, God love him and his full-spectrum rainbow of Ralph Lauren polos, has never answered yes to the question "is this dress too short?" Helpful, babe. Endlessly helpful.

You know how the old saying goes: I got 99 problems but female input/disposable income/a career in a creative field with a high tolerance for fun clothes ain't one. Oh that's not how it goes? Sorry Jay.

1 comment

  1. Ha ha...this put a smile on my face : )



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