My ex-boss and now personal chef came up to BGSU this past Thursday to cook for Tiff and I. We had chicken stuffed with manicotti cheese rolled in bruchetta next to fancier-than-normal alfredo noodles. He brought a bottle of wine and we were all just planning on relaxing...
Until...
Chuck and Tiff started talking about my style (or lack there of). In one night I was told to never wear 1/2 of my wardrobe, that I should wear make-up more often, I need to do something with my hair each day, and after all that-- they threw away a pair of my shoes. I have never been one to really care what people think, I mean, once you're called trailer trash by your roommate (not Tiff, this episode was Christina), you tend to get a thick skin and let everything just roll right off of you. I know I really don't look like I try each morning but the fact of the matter is I would rather spend money on bills and food than nice clothes, before coming here, the bars I went to with Chris were jeans/t-shirt material and occasionally I would find something a bit nicer to wear. In one night, we decided I needed a complete makeover...Tiff jumped online and bought be a few shirts for going out and I realized that maybe...the red heels in the BOTTOM of the bucket-- needed to go.
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