Dusting off an old muse!

[sexyfaces]

Alright, mundane, listen up. I've sat in the back of your dusty little head space for long enough to realize that I don't want to be some sort of passing fancy. That person you pluck out of nowhere and play with for a while before putting them right back on the shelf. You open this bag and I am staying.

Now that that's covered, can I just say, you've gotten completely third world since you shelved me. You're wearing fuzzy cat pants and a striped tank top for Chrissakes. I had you knowing about Marc Jacobs, Michael Korhs, Christian Dior!

... I'm regretting this decision already.

Look, just finish your rewatch and get that application pasted together. You've already made the decision, so stop sitting here doing nothing and get to it.

Comments

[formercheerio]

Fuzzy cat pants? Do I even want to ask?

[sexyfaces]

Honestly? No, you don't.

They're the most horrendous insult to fashion and need to be burned before they can even come off the assembly line.

Oh. Hold on. It gets worse. They're reading newspapers.

[formercheerio]

Or the person that thought them up should be.

I think you're the only person that could fix this.

[smythe]

Are you sure that's not what you're wearing? Sounds right up your alley.