The Big Bad Bitch

Between apartment hunting, babysitting a kid I like to call Jack the Ripper, and enjoying my last few days of solid food for a while, I've been concentrating on a grant application.

This grant means more to me right now, than just about anything.

1) because it is worth $25,000.

2) because the judges are 15 famous artists, designers, and musicians.

Only 25 people will receive this grant, so I've been spending HOURS working on a new portfolio of designs. Letters of recommendation are a requirement for this competition, too, and until today I thought I would only have any from college professors.

Much to my surprise I received an email from my old boss at the fashion label that shall not be named. Once I got over the shock of actually receiving said letter, I decided to read it. The Big Bad Bitch that I once worked for wrote, what may be, one of the best letters of recommendation I have ever received. The Devil really does wear Isaac. Ooops!

I guess selling my soul for 6 months will be worth it, if I receive $25,000 in return. Wish me luck!