I am casting models today. I like doing this, because it gives me a cruel sense of power. Also, I get to sit at my desk eating chocolate while I decide who I think is the prettiest. Its shallow, yet satisfying.
However, sometimes I get a bit depressed...like when I suddenly realise that it is one of LIFE'S TRUE INJUSTICES that I do not look like Maryna Linchuk, and never will. I am very sure that my quality of life would be much better if I did. Sigh.
I realise that this is not on the same level of injustice as, say, mass genocide in Rwanda...but believe me, it really blows.
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