I am so bored lately. Does anyone need a personal shopper? It seems like my regulars aren't clamoring to request my skills as a personal stylist and shopper lately, because of that vile cold or flu thing I've heard about. I think over half the people in this apartment complex have it, already. I'm too pretty to die this young! And I can't die when I'm living in a cheap studio apartment in such a ugly neighborhood. They'll find my beautiful and fashionably attired body surrounded by cheap Ikea and Target home furnishings. Life is unfair! I could shriek at the horror of it all, simply thinking about it!
Or I could look at it as I'll never ever get a wrinkle and desperately require botox.