Tuesday, April 25, 2006
Are You Ready To Get Murdered?!
Somebody went on a shoe shopping spree last Thursday and blew all their waitressing money like a buffoon. These are all the delightful pairs I snapped up in my compulsive fit and it was magic. There's another pair for which no photo could be gleaned, a leopard set with peep-toes and a bow and they are slingback 1940's platform style. Because I need to be taller, clearly.
Anyway I figured since my feet were so sore after scampering around doing everyone's fucking bidding, fetching sides of mayo and milkshakes and hot dogs with extra red onions while being drenched in grease-scent, that I deserved a fancy pair of shoes to wear when I went out and glammed it up. So I got 5. Makes sense, right? I have excellent decision-making skills. Yes, yes I do.
I wore one of these pairs of shoes- the green ones- on Saturday night, in a torrential rainstorm no less. They seemed comfortable at the time. Then I got drunk out of my mind, drank shots of Maker's, and stomped around half of Chelsea and later Brooklyn like an ass. I actually have BRUISES on the soles of my feet and was hobbling about the apartment Sunday. That's what you get for being vain & dressing up like a candy-ass. I should have just worn my Pumas.