SO i spent my fresh, clean first day of the new year haggling with used car salesmen and ended the day eating a gyro in a gas station. I am torn about that, on the one hand i am thrilled to have found a supply of freshly made Greek yogurt, on the other hand I am totally creeped out by the fact that it is in the gas station next to my house.

I guess that when it comes down to it i am a glass half-empty girl.