The Fashion Police (early part of draft)

Feb 01, 2008 - 17:45 PM PST

"The Fashion Police credo, in case you forgot Joseph, is to
prosecute those that choose to wear unstylish clothes!" Fashion
Police Captain Tammy sits at her large industrial desk, her
hands folded in front of her.

"Look Tammy - "

Tammy clears her throat loudly.

"Sorry, Captain," Joseph sighs. "I just didn't think it was
right to lock up that Indian woman for wearing a sari just
because that's not what's in this months Vogue."

"That's your problem. You over think everything. I give you an
assignment and I expect you to carry it out." Tammy stands up
and walks in front of her desk. She sits on it all buddy
buddy. "I'm sorry Joe, but this is strike three. You have until
the end of the day to clear out your alcove before we send
everything to the craft department."

Joseph stares at her. "Excuse me? I'm fired?!"

"If you could shut the door behind you, I have a call to make."
She walks to her desk and pulls out her pink Rzer phone.

Joseph leaves the office and walks to his alcove where his desk
is set up. Sitting in a butterfly chair at the desk is a guy
dressed impossibly trendy. "Hey Aaron," says Joseph as the guy
stands up. Joseph kisses Aaron but he pulls away.

"Look Joey, we gotta talk."

"You have got to be kidding me!"

Aaron shrugs. "Sorry. I can't date someone that gets fired from
the Fashion Police." Aaron turns and walks away. "Oh, by the
way. Get your stuff and leave the apartment by the time I get
home tonight."

March 15th
Currently Listening: Let Get On It by Lucas Prada

Hello blogging community. I'm new at this so bear with me. I
never thought that I would be one of those nerds that blogs but
alas here I am. Never thought I'd be living at home at 24 but
again...here I am. Today sucked. I went into work (Fashion
Police Head Quarters in New York) this morning and went to the
chief's office (my sister I might add) to get my assignment for
the day. Well she ended up firing me for refusing to arrest an
Indian woman! The fashion police are such hypocrites! Just
because they don't like your outfit they think they can arrest
you! whatever. so after that my boyfriend of 3 years dumped me
and kicked me out of our apartment. So I had to call my
parents, whom I haven't spoken to in 4 years since I told them
I was gay and begged to come home. they said I could stay two
weeks.
Oh well. enough of this. I'm going to go to bed.