Today after waiting around for Dan's racist mechanic, I met up with Dan and Jamie at a local mexican-food-joint-Hole-in-the-wall. Very tasty. Jamie is Dan's old roomate who now lives in an apartment upstairs. I don't like her very much. She is catty.She is the kind of girl You have to fear. Why would I have lunch with her if I don't like her? Because I'm catty, I guess. I like to keep up with what she is doing, so that I'm not completely screwed by her... ANYWAY, Dan tells her she is tan and she says,
"THANK YOU!" Does this make any sense? It is a tan. Why is there some strange sense of pride or accomplishment for ruining your skin?! If I ask somebody if they smoke, I never hear,
"Oh Yeah! Thanks for noticing!" In fact, I can't even say that without some sort of sarcasm going along with it. It is just crazy. Only in Los Angeles, Folks! To Me- tanning isn't something I try to do. A tan isn't crucial for a good look. Take Jillian for example (http://eatingstrawberries.yafro.com) Jillian is one cute mofo. Jillian's belly is also whiter than pure light, let me tell You. Skin colour to me is whatever, and a comment like "You're tan" is neutral, so whats the deal?
After filling my tummy with chile relleno, We went to the GAP. There was a shirt there that I was planning on getting but they only had them in XL. (I'm an XS) I was OBSESSED with this shirt, so I had the cashier call "headquarters" to find a store that had it in the area. They were sold out in the greater LA area, and they were sold out in the entire United States. Apparently I'm not the Only tiny person who is obsessed with it. I got a dress instead. I will be posting a picture of it on Yafro later on.
Well adios kids! I've got shit to do!

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