A Day in Black

In order to assuage certain people's anger (*coughseanandmonacough*) which occurs whenever I don't post, I have been trying to think of something to post. ...before I realized that in being out of college I've got nothing to say. Sorry. It happens. So I am going to try and bore you from checking this blog by describing my daily tasks:

To begin, today I went shopping with my mom, dad and sister. While wandering desperately throughout the store I browsed through...browsed through the...um, through the jewlery. Wow. That's boring me too much to finish.

I'll try again. Later at another store I shopped for clothing. Now, those who have known me for several years will have noted that three or four years ago my wardrobe was almost completely black. I gradually discovered other colors of the rainbow: colors such as gray, white and brown. After living with Monica and Maureen I was violently shoved into a world of bright "happy" colors. Further, whenever Mona and I shopped together she would constantly throw more bright colors at me to try on in order to confuse me into buying anything not neuteral. I did not dislike the result. However, since Monica wasn't around to run interference between me and the black section of the clothing store, today I came away with four black items to add to my wardrobe. Eh, whaddayagonnado? It worked for Queen Victoria.