fine. if it's gonna pour then let it be. but i'll still wear shorts--those that fall just above the kneecap. now that ill be workin my ass off and deal with office politics for the bitter couple of years in my life, the only consolation i could have--or at least the next on the list after shopping--would be men's hotpants.
here's a trial, er, i mean what i wore at a night out with a bitch friend (until the next morning, hence the sunnies):
whatever.
i'll just say Miranda Priestly's bloody prickly words on the phone with Andy Sachs:
"What do you mean there's a hurricane? It's just drizzlin or something."
haha. so there goes.
