just another freezing cold summer evening in san francisco, and me in an outfit that allows me to pretend it's warm outside. sadly, it doesn't work. the goosebumps show up faster than they would normally and the fact that i could see my breath while walking home just sort of ruined any sort of facade.
in other news, that spell i cast on myself years ago allowing me to repress any love for fancy fashion is starting to fade (bah retail therapy!). i almost bought a bag from barneys today. i had it all the way to the last four credit card digits and then i remembered that i would put pizza (true story, last week i had pizza in my purse) and open sharpies and rocks in it. well actually randall remembered. sometimes i hate the voice of reason.
