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“Ain’t No Messing With A Broke Banker”
This whole messy ordeal has advanced my Botox start date by at least two years. Like every other DABA girl, the economy was wreaking havoc on my relationship and youthful good looks. Phone calls went unanswered, Hamptons invitations un-extended, plans canceled (including, but not limited to, expensive opening night tickets to the ballet, which were scalped instead of being graciously offered to me and a galpal), and so forth and so on. Until – the horror of all horrors – my FBF lost his job, which I guess technically downgrades him to just my BF.
Overnight, he went from unavailable to downright clingy. He wants to have dinner every night. By dinner I mean staying in and cooking as Megu is no longer in the budget. AND, FYI DABA girls – chopping vegetables along side your man in a hot New York sized kitchen is NOTHING like the sexy kitchen scene between Mickey Rourke and Kim Basinger in Nine and a Half Weeks. Seriously. It sucks. Anyhow, he suggested I meet his parents over the holidays and he keeps commenting that half Asian babies are by far the cutest. My take on his 180: having no steady source of income for the foreseeable future, he realized that his chances of securing another fashion industry type girl are pretty much zilch and so he is cleaving to me as the last vestige of his former high rolling lifestyle.
Thanks to the recession, I now have a completely devoted BF, which is exactly what I wanted. So I should be happy, right? Wrong. I’m bored and can’t stop thinking about my perpetually unattainable Euro ex-boyfriend who is recession proof courtesy of an offshore trust account. To be honest, I’m only with my BF because I just don’t have the heart to change my facebook status from “in a relationship” to “I ain’t saying I’m a gold digger, but I ain’t messin’ with no broke banker.”
(I must say this post was very well written.)
I had a mini crisis this morning while trying to get ready for work. I was running late and I couldn’t decide on what to wear. The sudden rain in conjunction with my waking up late, led me to choose a pair of practical boots. Unfortunately, these boots have a bad reputation and are known as F* me boots or hooker heels. Out of a 100 pairs of open toed stilettos these boots were the most practical.
So, I proceeded to get dressed after picking an outfit consisting of: a pair of tapered Citizens of Humanity jeans (and yes I did tuck my jeans into my boots), a black v neck shirt, and a dark charcoal grey cashmere zip up hoodie topped with thick white scarf with black stripes.
I get into work and then my male coworker says, ”Nice work boots”.
(I neither work at a brothel nor a mainstream “corporate” job.)
Hmmm, did I. Fashion faux pas at work? No… Yes?
What about Jill Biden’s outfit for the inauguration? She too donned a pair of boots that hit right below the knee.
So sue me… It’s raining and cold outside.
The word on the street is that California might be going bankrupt. FYI, make sure you don’t overpay for 2008…
SAN FRANCISCO (Reuters) — California will not pay tax refunds for individuals and business that overpaid 2008 taxes, in order to conserve dwindling cash for priority payments including school spending and debt repayment required by state law, the state’s controller office said Friday…
Various state officials have been warning in recent weeks that the most populous U.S. state’s coffers would run dry if Gov. Arnold Schwarzenegger and lawmakers fail to balance the state’s current budget. The governor in his state of the state speech Thursday said California faces insolvency within weeks if it does not balance its books.
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