This evening I called my dear Cuzn. She called me back at... oh 11. It was awesome to talk to her again. She's so... I don't even know what to call it. She makes me happy and giggle a lot. I'm giggling now...

...Even though I'm missing someone I used to love, this time last year. It had nothing to do with valentines day, not at all. I think we got together right afterwards though. It was the type of all encompassing thing. I miss her, but I can't do anything about it, because she doesn't really exist anymore, so I avoid her, so I don't end up hating her.

Today I bought black pants, and a navy blue shirt vest type deal. It's a lot funkier than it sounds. I'm going through a black phase. I love wearing the colour black because A) it makes me look amazing in my opinion (which is the only opinion that really matters) and B) It makes me inconspicuous. Which I like. Especially when I have a camera in hand.

I made these purchases at the *shudder* outlet mall in the N.E. I've been there twice in the last week. It hurts. The fluorescent lighting, the screaming children, the deep fried food court. The alarms, and the security and all the people. I have decided that I hate malls. Especially outlet malls. I don't intend to go into on in a very long time.

So yes, pseudo Goth phase. I'm not angry, and I still prefer Rilo Kiley to Depeche Mode and that other Goth band. So I'm pretty sure it's just a thing with black clothing.

My new/old shoes rock my socks... Literally. *man, I'm such a geek*