True story: I used to think ketchup was spicy until I was in eighth grade. Yes, as in Heintz. Also, I hated soda because the bubbles "hurt my tongue." What? I was a wussy child. Nowadays, I'm a wussy adult, but no longer when it comes to food. I eat raw jalapeños and habeñeros by the fistful, dump cayenne pepper and chili powder into 90% of my dishes, and make sure to order my food "Indian person spicy, not white person spicy" when eating out at my favorite Indian joints. Sorry if you think that's racist, but nobody takes a small white girl's spice needs seriously unless drastic measures are taken.
One of my best friends is dating an Indian guy right now, and I've challenged him to "spicy-off" next time he comes to visit San Francisco. So if a few months from now I'm absent for a while, no worries, it's probably because I'm in the hospital. I.Will.Not.Lose. I plan on wearing this jacket to our little event because I think it makes me look kinda badass, and I need all the badass look I can get. Which means I might have to forego the ruffly dress. Damn.
- H&M dress (gift from my mom circa 2008, no longer available)
- Forever 21 jacket (bought circa 2004? No longer available)
- Sn Francisco vintage expo scarf (gift from my mom)
- Anthropologie belt (bought on sale, no longer available)
- Hue gray tights
- Anthropologie shoes (bought on sale circa 2008, no longer available)
- Target earrings (bought circa 2008, no longer available)