Helloooo Mr. Foot Fetish

Ok, I don't even want to talk about the Oscars. Just cause I know that Joe's out there somewhere in Wisconsin thinking of zingers to get me with. Joe: you can eat it. Moving on....

I'd rather talk about the shopping spree I went on. I'm sort of like an alcoholic with clothes. I was feeling a little down given the events at the end of last week and so I decided that I would run to the mall and spend the gift certificate to my favorite store that was burning a hole in my pocket (ok wallet). I felt MUCH better after so much retail therapy so I was fairly content all weekend. Except for the dog we were babysitting for a friend that kept us up all night playing with our dog. That's a whole other story which I'm not going to tell here because basically it involves lesbian dogs and me and the roommate sleeping on the couches.

I tried on my favorite of the outfits I bought and took a picture. And it looked like shit. So, you'll all have to settle for the shoes I bought to go with said cute outfit:



you wanna touch it?