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Today–the day before I begin my very serious job search in a new city–I went shopping with my mom for interview and work clothes.  It was more fun than I expected, partly because I had more money to work with than usual (thanks to generous relatives) and partly because seeing myself in grown-up, expensive professional clothing was a new experience for me.  Also, if you go to Nordstrom and look helpless, someone will swoop over to you and start bringing you things so you don’t have to sort through dozens of pairs of dress slacks and pencil skirts on your own.

Anyhow, the clothes were not cheap, and I started thinking of how it’s always necessary to have some money in order to get more.  My interview prospects would be seriously limited if I didn’t look like a member of the prosperous middle class.  After this shopping trip, I do.   Lucky for me.

I almost got this dress, which looked way more Joan Holloway on me than it does on this model.  But I did get this dress, which is AWESOME.

Too sunburned to do anything but lie in bed and watch YouTube

Featuring the young and heartbreakingly endearing River Phoenix.

Yes, you are fierce

I found him annoying at the beginning of the season, but now, watching the finale,  Christian Siriano is scarily talented. I hope he wins.

And holyshit he’s from Annapolis and used to work at an Annapolis Mall hair salon! It’s probably the same shitty salon that gave me horrible bangs! Here’s what he has to say about his hometown:

“But I’ll tell you, the funny thing is there’s so much money that a lot of the people travel around the world. They’re so cultured. It’s not a Podunk town in Kentucky. There are sophisticated people, so that helps a lot. Trust me, that diva woman is out there in Annapolis.”

Yeah, the Annapolis boating divas. He and I should get together and bitch about them sometime. 

 UPDATE: Called it!

all dressed up

Being by myself is starting to grate on me.  Not only am I alone in the apartment (but for the cat): everyone else–and I mean everyone–has left town for break, so even if I walk to CVS or get coffee, I probably won’t run into anyone I know. 

To keep from brooding, I cleaned the apartment–my hands were in soapy water for so long they are still wrinkled–and opened all the windows to air the place out for a while.  Then I made chicken, and then I hung a picture.  I am really pleased about hanging the picture.