Am I running a little hot because I got fired from my job today? Sure. Can’t say it was my favorite Friday ever. Fri-yay my ass. Are my dreams of attending Paris Fashion Week circling the drain? Also yes. Do I want to distract myself—from the fact I have no savings, no prospects, and I’ve been block-listed from most of the fashion houses in my industry—by mounting the metro-lumberjack sitting at the bar? So what if I do?
