This is example one of what I'm sure will be a collection of an amazing, amazing assortment of repelling dress:
This is me this morning, after my anthropology class. Notice the pensive face, the face of the ideal student. Notice how the underskirt speaks fuckable, only to be guarded by that conservative, grandmotherly lace. Doesn't that just dandy?
Not only am I a beginning repeller, I am a liar. All you Sarahs and Emilys out there, do you know the complications of an obscure name? The white man chinese girl's burden is immense. Cute barista from Baked & Wired, my name is NOT "Rosie?" So today, I changed my coffee shop name:
If you don't know Hamlet, you should not work in a coffee shop.