It's not like I'm gonna pretend I'm all chilled and stuff - mainly because I'm a terrible liar - and be like "as-if-this-wasn't-my-day-a-day-kind-of-thing".
Let's just say my excitement thermoteter would have already reached its limit by now.
There happens to be a very kind slash awesome slash any possible cool adjective man who owns a digital magazine. A very unique design magazine, I must add, called Burlesque.
So, this mystical creature came across this
ratty blog of mine and contacted me.
Okay, I'll just spit it out:
HE WANTS M-M-ME TO TAKE PART IN HIS PROJECT BY COVERING THE F-F-FASHION SECTION!
"Zzzank you, who/whatever lives above"