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[regala_electra]

I am not drunk.

I can tell you that I am most certainly NOT drunk, because although I've had over a half of bottle of wine, I am not drunk.

I did however, have dulce de leche cream ice. Yes, cream ice, not ice cream, because the local little ice store sells it in ice form and OMG why did no one tell me this? All this time, I've settled for coconut, when my crack, dulce de leche is now in an ice form?

So sugar is nice. Really, really nice.

I wanted to write today. I didn't. I wanted to go into the city. I didn't.

I wanted to look nice and I wore my newish heels, the type that don't have anything in the back (like straps or something) and are closed toe and very nice, but I got blisters. So I had to go back home and bitterly be reminded of why I am a social outcast.

Because I don't wear nice, girly shoes ever. I have a fantastic pair of black boots with 3 1/2 inch heels (which makes me really tall, rather than my suckass 5'11" height - why the hell couldn't I have reached that 6 foot margin?) and you know what? I can't walk in them. I mean, I can. I don't fuck up my ankles, but after an hour of walking around in them, I'm perfectly useless.

Meanwhile other women walk around in spike heels. I hate you. I hate all of you.

Fucking hell, I might be a little drunk.

Well, this is a first.

I want to DO something to-morry. I am just so BORED with my life. Nothing, nothing, nothing. I swear, this is how one goes mad. Anyone out there want to something? Coffe? Tea? Me?

Bah. My life sucks.

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[raelala.livejournal.com]

I can't walk in heels unless I have someone directly in front of or to one side of me to lean on every few seconds. It really sucks because a few years back I got these 6 inch red patent leather Steve Madden sandals, you know the strappy kind? And because I a)couldn't walk in them, and b) was also about 6ft tall when wearing them, I never got to make use of them. There in some back in my closet now. :( I loved those shoes.

[regala-electra.livejournal.com]

Poor shoes.

I know that I can't walk in anything beyond three-and-a-half inches, so I don't buy anything more than that. Plus I can't do spike/thin heels and prefer the chunkier, full heel and I only wear closed toes. Tis my few shoe demands.

My FAVORITE shoes, black pumps with fun straps, I can't wear anymore because of the heels is fucked up and is just rarin' for an ankle-twist-o-joy.

And they're my DANCING shoes. SOB. I actually can't dance properly without heels, partly because I'm a stomper (heh, my latin roots showing off) and also because it's damn hard to do a nice turn when not wearing decent heels.

I can walk okay in heels, so long as I'm careful, but I rarely do, as I own like three pairs, and one of them has just given me bloody blisters, the nancin' prats.

Your Ron icon is cute and made me laugh. Poor Ron.

[raelala.livejournal.com]

I'm a total shoe whore. Like a whore and half probably. But it sucks because I have big feet and can't walk in anything over 3 inches either. I think the ones I wear to work everyday are the first thin heels I've bought in forever and I only got them because the bottom of the heel is wide rather than a teeny tiny little thing just waiting to kill me. Everyone was shocked because I was wearing non-clunky shoes.

I wish I had cute little feet that could fit into cute little shoes, but whenever I complain about my 9 & 1/2 - 10 size shoes, my best friend reminds me that if my feet were any smaller, my boobs would throw me off balance and cause me to fall over. Then I think maybe the big feet are a good thing.