This week was just awful. I didn’t realize it till today, just now. Till now I thought this week was amazing. First week of summer vacation, carefree, making ballin money with the overnight shifts, and most importantly, sleeping with no responsibilities to think about. To make long story short, I don’t think I’ve hated myself so much. I was literally disgusted with myself. It’s like this nasty monster came out of me as soon as I was done with my last class of my sophomore year. Now I am locked out of my house (second time this week, first 2 times in 2 years), just chillin at a nearby park. I should’ve been at work 3 min ago but I have no wallet (which means no bus pass to get to the city and no keys to get into my house). But I’m glad that this happened. I can say with no doubt that God allowed this to happen. Because without this little accident I probably would’ve continued to live in this body till who knows when. I felt so foolish and embarrassed for myself. His way of putting a mirror in front of me. That hour will probably dwell with me for life. Now it’s time to go to work again (The owner of the house came. Yay).
But I’m not the same that’s for sure.
Set a fire down in my soul that I can’t contain that I can’t control, I want more of you God. I want more of you God.
Miss Blow had said: ‘My relationship with McQueen began in 1994, when I went to a Saint Martins graduate show. I couldn’t get a seat, so I sat on the stairs and I was just watching, when I suddenly thought: I really like those clothes, they are amazing. It was his first collection.
‘It was the tailoring and the movement which initially drew me to them. I tried to get hold of him and I kept calling his mother, but he was on holiday.
She kept saying: ‘He’s not here, he’s not here.’ She told him: ‘This crazy person is trying to get hold of you.’ I eventually got to meet him and I decided to buy the collection: I bought one thing a month and paid him £100 a week. He’d bring an outfit in a bin liner, I’d look at it and then he’d come to the cashpoint with me.’
