Last night I went to a fun party. And a guy showed up in flip flops. And I thought about it, and... it was warm enough. 65. Pretty darn nice. So, this morning, I didn't go all the way to flip flops, but I wore little open shoes.
Observations and thoughts about life as seen through the eyes of a 20 something girl - this is the point where I'm supposed to say something like "making her way in the big city" but that's not true or "trying to leave her mark on the world" but also, not true who is actually making her way in the big city, and has been since August 2007. It's just me, my life, and my psychosis - and a lot of pictures of food, shoes, and sternums.