Handbags and Photo mags
Last night I cried inconsolably for the first time in a while. And it wasn't for a family member, or a loved one, or even the war in Iraq. No. I cried because I lost an auction for a designer handbag on ebay in the final minute.
Admittedly, it felt stupid. But come ON, I’d been bidding diligently for 4 days. I’d even planned a spread of Victory Tacos for when my auction was successfully completed. It was rough. But, I don’t think all hope is lost. I found other auctions for the same bag and somehow I’ll manage to move on.
In other news, I found out that my friend and I are supposed to be doing a photo spread for some Canadian magazine this Saturday. I’m going to be featured as an “up and coming graffiti artist”. This is funny considering I’ve only illegally painted a wall once. But, it should be fun I suppose- I’ll have pink highlights in my hair and Tony will be wearing little dooky booty shorts. So if you’re into that sort of thing and your local newsstand carries obscure Canadian mags, keep an eye out.
Admittedly, it felt stupid. But come ON, I’d been bidding diligently for 4 days. I’d even planned a spread of Victory Tacos for when my auction was successfully completed. It was rough. But, I don’t think all hope is lost. I found other auctions for the same bag and somehow I’ll manage to move on.
In other news, I found out that my friend and I are supposed to be doing a photo spread for some Canadian magazine this Saturday. I’m going to be featured as an “up and coming graffiti artist”. This is funny considering I’ve only illegally painted a wall once. But, it should be fun I suppose- I’ll have pink highlights in my hair and Tony will be wearing little dooky booty shorts. So if you’re into that sort of thing and your local newsstand carries obscure Canadian mags, keep an eye out.