Sup. I need more food and fashion blogs to follow. I can barely operate tumblr, but I operate the shit out of any kitchen and my closet, so holler at me with any food or vintage mickey leads.
Today, I felt beyonce-ring-the alarm-mad because I’m a real princess with valid entitlement issues. Then I learned I have to cancel my trip to Sacramento (916 holler!!!) because none of my validly entitled little prince coworkers will cover my shifts, then I cooked a bunch of un/characteristically beautiful food for people who either didn’t eat it, didn’t use utensils or just wanted to hide it in their shoes.
Welcome to Portland Oregon, late night. We make empty promises about karaoke, pizza and sex, in that order. Call me maybe? You won’t, and that’s okay, because tequila is present and therefore I care about nothing.
