... Is my favourite time of working at
Glamour. Everyone is getting all worked up and sparkly and excited about the next issue. I can steal stuff from the beauty closet and no one notices. I can disappear for an entire afternoon getting a manicure with one of my city girlies or shopping with Meggie and
no one cares.
Now is
not the time.
Ugggggggh, HELL WEEK.
Don't they know I have more important things to do!? I need to design a foolproof strategy to convince Kevin that we can
not get married in his parents country club, it
needs to be in the city. I mean, the club is nice, really, but... its where my father goes to brag about my brother. Its where high school boys go to meet with Grandpa because he's really important in the army or something.
And I want to be mentioned on Page Six! You need to be in the city to do that!
Ohhhh.... I gotta go. Heinous!BitchMonster just came back into the office.