Dear People in charge of Evening in Orange,
I know I'm just a lowly designer that worked on a piece for your event ALL SEMESTER LONG, but would it be ok with you if I please dressed up in a sparkly dress and heels? I've endured this shit all semester, and you want me to wear black pants and a black shirt? I am not a waiter, or a funeral home director. I am a tired little person who wants to drink a cocktail in sequins and pretend I'm rich like everyone who will be around me. Also, if I have to try on one more ill-fitting black school marm dress in a department store, I'm going to puke up my increasingly lowered body image all over their smudgy mirrors. The end. love, Paige //end rant
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