Day 24

The days just get shorter and shorter and my accomplishments get smaller and smaller...

Well I was browsing through my pictures and I found out more things I did on Sunday! Its like the piecing together the night before the day after a major binge drinking session. Only this time, you can replace the crazy/wild night with days of sitting/walking around, and the day after with a week later. But that's not really that interesting...

I had went to a street fair on Sunday. Was goooood. Mmm, Look at the size of that meat.

And today. I had an interview with Banana Republic, but the second I had gotten out of the house (now mind you I was half an hour late to a luncheon with a friend because I had spent that time making sure my bangs swooped the right way), Banana called me and said that they *had* to reschedule me. Just because the building had shut down because of smoke inhalation or some shit like that. Just kidding... My head isn't stuck up there that far..

Now do as these salt/pepper shakers do and hug/love someone. Are you more likely to make someone grimace or back away? Are you more likely to crystalize or powderize? Are you more like to be white or black? Are you.. salt or peppah?