November 19, 2004
Color Me Chocolate
Here's what sucks: When you're going out for a night on the town and you want to look cute, and you have your favorite pants and your favorite jacket and one of your favorite shirts, but then you realize that one is velvety and one is corduroy and one is distressed cotton and they are all brown brown brown but different shades--clashing shades--and there's no way you can possibly wear them all together without looking like a sepia cirus, but it sure is hard picking just one when you're feeling down and want to keep all of your dearest, favoritest things as close to your heart as you can hold them.
The good news is, tonight I'm going to see Cake!
Cake! I love Cake.
You should wear a short skirt and a long jacket.
Oh, I love Cake. If they ever come my way or within an twelve hour driving radius, I am so there.
Try wanting to wear your favorite knee-length, black, wool cardigan in desert weather. Woo!
Oh, Lance would be very jealous right now. I told him once we move out there we'd be able to see them (since they're from Davis or something, right?) a lot more.