My summer disappeared into the black hole that is my job. Aka a movie so horrid to work on that everybody competent quit and I moved up the ranks rather quickly. Which is nice, I in a way. At least I'm getting used to the horrible-ness to the point it's quite tolerable. Also it ends next week (or it's supposed to). I'm thankful to have a job as well, even if it is one that required me to work 100(!) hours one week.
My fashion sense has gone on hiatus, for the most part, but I hope to restart it with some cool fall fashion finds, including finally buying those damn thigh-high zipper stockings I've been thinking about since spring. The ones by Leg Avenue sold on Lingerie sites that are actually quite nice without stripper heels attached. I know a place in the East Village that sells them as well. . .
Oh, and my hair is longer and I'm kind of tan now. . . with freckles. That is all.