Look, you guys. Zara has a t-shirt just for Bloggers!
Comes in two options, neither of which remotely represent the blogger in me. Where is her laptop? Her frazzled demeanor as she approaches a self-imposed deadline but is stumped for content? Clearly I am doing something wrong.
What a weird name for a t-shirt, right? They both feel a bit too hippy-dippy, bad acid-trip to me. She is totally colorblocking pink and red, though!
Pardon my brevity today, I’m fulfilling my civic duty and spending the day in Federal jury duty. I’m just thrilled about it, let me tell you. Aside from getting stuck in an elevator full of spiders, getting picked as a juror for a case straight out of one of the gorier episodes of Law & Order SVU is like my worst fear realized. Let’s hope this case is something tame like money laundering or something, and not, “Oh, so after you assaulted her you used a chainsaw on her body and then dumped pieces across 3 states? Tell me more.” How crazy do I have to act to NOT get picked for a jury? Anyone have any experience getting out of it?