I feel as though everytime I find a really cute pair, the rip my feet up. It's not fair.
I bet if I could afford Manolos like certain New Jersey socialte/nannies/lawyers/bloggers that I am aquainted with, my feet wouldn't look like raw hamburger.
Raw hamburger covered with bandaids.
Why do married men hit on me?
And only married men.
Swear to Jeebus.
Like I give off some sort of "irresponsible and a good potential midlife crisis candidate" sort of vibe.
It's very weird and confusing.
Anyone else have this problem?
Probably just me.
Why do Peeps taste better stale?
The only food in the world that falls into that category.
Also very weird and confusing.
What the F is up with this weather?
Stupid April. It supposed to be warm.
This is not conducive to my cute dresses and sandals plan.
Time for Plan B.
Except for too bad I don't have one of those.
So, let's get with the program.
Do you hear me, Spring?
Time to go move more shit.
In other news: WE GET INTERNET TOMORROW!
Sooo...maybe I'll be doing some posting from home?