evil_kitty

I'm I-FUCKING-RATE!!

After a much publicized commitment to showing a piece for Heidi Bluegirl's RUST party, disaster strikes last minute and i'm stuck in hollywood with a rusted confection on the dressform in my living room and steam rising from my head that's bound to set off the sprinkler system.

I am many things, but flakey isn't one of them. Yes, i'm often overloaded, stretched thin, and over stressed and yet, i always manage to crawl my bloody hide over the finish line. This week being a case in point: Sick and bedridden..tired and frustrated and yet..i finish all tasks at hand and even managed to hold my cookies long enough to pop over to Camille's birthday party. I'm a champ...you may kick my ass, but i'll always win the fight. Sat-thurs...my ass was getting kicked by the mysterious.. SWEETJESUSIFEELLIKESHITITIS. I stay motivated regardless since my shiny new assistant is going to not only drive and setup my display, but also model the extremely uncomfortable aluminum bodysuit and coordinating, voluminous (fashion jargon for "fucking huge!") overskirt. My shiny new, fashion student intern who hunted me down and BEGGED to be my assistant in exchange for teaching her, among other things, my quad-layer corset construction. She'd drive to events, run supply errands and setup backstage. I'd teach her my weird techniques and finishes. Symbiosis indeed..

Yes, yes..my shiny new, bright eyed assistant who waits until this morning to say.." i can't make it today, is that okay?" an hour before she was to arrive at my place for the final fitting and transport. My lovely, worthless, shithead, short-lived assistant who was fired after only 2 1/2 weeks. I don't need much in an assistant. I am after all, an OCD control freak who doesn't even like people to touch my shit. I'll get my own coffee (because i need the exact amount of vanilla), i'll get my own food (because it has to look right), and i usually run my own fucking errands (because i hate to sit still). So for little more than 2 weeks, Ms. Terrilynn (the name and blonde hair should've been a clue) , has had to do little more, than drop off my mail, and learn how to grade a corset pattern. Such a simple job for a simple girl and yet, she proves to be yet another flake in the bunch. Mind you, design interns and assistants are flakey by nature. I dunno why, but majority are.

I have an insane work ethic, i know..I've shown up to work with stitches , dosed with enough painkillers and meds to kill an obese pony..i don't give a fuck! I slap on a grin, do my best pageant wave and get the friggin' job done! Fed up with life until you spontaneously start crying hysterically..BEEN THERE! In a fight with your drunken coked up boyfriend while simultaneously sewing 1 of 52pcs..DONE THAT! Save the drama for ya mama, cause she's coming to pick you up from the hospital later . I accept emergencies, but not bullshit.

To think, even after 2 weeks of Julie, the house guest from HELL, i've managed to stay so zen until now... *sigh* i need some quiet time with Buddha..and Sexual Harassment 2 ( viva la gay porn!)

For all of you who went to RUST tonigt to see my work, thank you. i hope you enjoy the night. It should be absolutely AMAZING!

*disgruntled bises*