Apparently, I'm selectively indecisive.. and that has caused me to take 4 months to find a pair of fucking shoes that were the right colour. What is more ridiculous than that? Buying a pair of shoes that are the right colour that you have little to no chance of being able to walk normally in. I feel like an 8 year old in her mom's shoes. What? I'm not a hooker, ok, I need practise!
My mom isn't a hooker. I just realized what I was implying there....
So anyhow, wish me luck on that. I have until November 11th to be a "street walker" pro. By the way, someone needs to dare me to make a toast like this at the wedding. Hahaha. To pure terror!!!!
1 comment:
who's getting married?
watch out, because if you say "me and you're not invited" there's going to be some trouble. perhaps in the form of some ruined shoes... dum dum dum!
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