So... Yesterday -which was Friday- I went shopping. I bought stilettos. They make me just short of six feet. They're four inch heels. So I don't actually need them to be tall, but I figure I have the body to throw on heels and live in an imaginary world where I'm a model and I do whatever the fuck I want. So I bought them.
And people are all "Why? You're already way too tall." I say fuck 'em. Long story short, I've been stumbling around the house all day with four inch heels. I can't decide if I regret it or not.
A friend of mine is in the hospital, partially my fault. But let's not go there.
Ummm...
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That's like saying "I wanna marry either a 7 foot or a 5 foot man... tall women never go for inbetween, do they?"
ReplyDeleteGoddammit ... 4 inch heels. Excellent.
ReplyDeleteFriend in hospital ... not so good.
Cyanide and Happiness made me smile almost as much as the thought of those heels.