Ok so I think I used that title befor I even knew Maggie. Hmmmm. Any hoot, so Maggie and I are bad for each other. She took me into every shoestore/department in the mall I fell in love with like ten pairs of shoes, the hot red patent leather elemenos at Macy's the sexy little t-straps from Charlotte Russe the pink suede dreams from bakers.The blue suede Jessica simpsons from, well I don't even remember where those were from. Hot boots from payless of all places(and some at bakers) and like five pair at aldo. oh dear. I'm obsessed. Purple patent leather pumps, blue frilly stillettos, grey suede and grossgrain lovelies, sophisticated split-side chopcolate treats, to die for burgandy heels, and Le piece du resistance, dominatrix hot leather anklestraps with a chain. Sigh.
The bad part is, I think I might go back to get those. Say happy birthday me and have that be that.
Ok so I would have bought them yesterday except I'm having issues con mi dinero lately meaning its disappearing at an alarming rate. Trip to urgent care for pink eye (rediculous I know but I have the kind of job where going into work with something like that is grounds for termination, and I find myself conviniently between insurance) new battery for my Sammy, new alternator for my Sammy, paying for the month before last's overages, grrr I'm making more money but its flowing out of my bank account like water through a sieve. And that stupid trip to urgent care made me dip into savings so now I'm afraid ill never get out of this place. Grrr see so I have no right to be drooling at aldo.
I was gonna start my Christmas shopping so I wouldn't have to worry about that all at the last minute but oops. I can do this I can get that done build my savings back up and make this all work out somehow. But I won't think about that any more now ill think about that tomorrow.
About Me
- me
- Albuquerque, New Mexico, United States
- Pablo Neruda Sonnet XVII (100 Love Sonnets, 1960) I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries hidden within itself the light of those flowers, and thanks to your love, darkly in my body lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where, I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close "Nothing in the world is the way it ought to be. It's harsh, and cruel, but that's why there's us. It doesn't matter where we come from, or what we've done, or suffered, or even if we make a difference. We live as though the world were as it should be, to show it what it can be." --Angel
