The apartment is so cold my fingers and the tip of my nose are numb.
Too poor to afford turning the heat on.
However, not too poor to be buying a pair of heeled winter boots with fuzzy lining and actual tread.
College girl problems.
I'm the book that beat the speed-reader, and I'm the card the dealers won't touch. And it's just not true I'm a man-eater; all the same, we should probably go dutch.
The things you pick up as you go.
My new shipment from Urban Outfitters came in today.
Don’t be surprised if my feet do not exit the Deena & Ozzy Tread Boots for the rest of the Vermont winter.
Nothing like clothing and shoes to make a girl get over a sickness!
Also, this is the first, only, and last time there will ever be photographic evidence of me without any make-up other than lip balm on. Savor it, naturalists.
Ice-T’s wife Coco (yes, THAT Coco of epic proportions) has released a single. It’s called “Shoe Freak.” There’s a line that legitimately says, “I love my shoes. I wanna FUCK ‘EM.”
The punch-line of this is that the beat is Eurotrash nightclub AWESOME.
Whyyyyyyyyyyy. I can never listen to this in public. I might be forced to pop a shit-ton of E one day and just dance myself to death over this dilemma.
These heels have my name all over them.
…While we’re on this subject, I feel the need to inform you that my computer’s background currently is a very tropical beach shot of a stormtrooper enjoying a Caribbean sunset from a tiki hut.