Ah Tuesday, or as I like to call it “Oh-No-Is-That-the-Garbage-Truck-Quick-Where-Are-My-Pants-Is-This-a-Bad-Lemon-or-a-Good-Kiwi-Never-Mind-Let’s-GO!”
Yesterday I spent much of the day at the American Consulate waiting for Hot Latin Boy to renew his tourist visa.
As such, I spent four hours people watching and wondering what sort of decision-making process would start out “What should I wear to my very important potentially life-changing government interview” and arrive at “shredded thigh jeans, shooties ordered from the back of Modern Streetwalker and a hickey the size of Gorbachev’s port wine stain.”
Baffling.
Anyway, it’s been a while, but since it’s time to resurrect the featurette and see What Miss Plumcake is…
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