The female curse,
by which I mean shoe shopping,
all began with Cinderella (that skinny bitch).
Her poor sisters couldn't fit into that slipper,
and by slipper I mean four inch hooker heel.
Ofcourse, all that Prince Charming wanted was a tiny little blonde to fit into a ridiculous shoe (which I suspect caused blisters).
I went to DSW...the mecca of shoe shopping within four miles of my house in search of a pair of shoes to wear at my interview.
Pair after pair of cute,
yet highly uncomfortable and unrealistic shoes.
Have we lost our minds?
It is a proven fact that aesthetics have taken presedence over substance.
However, why the torture?
There must be a balance between the two!
Below is a very informative chart about the effects of high heels.
I found a cute pair of hush puppies that were very comfortable.
Maybe a little old-lady-esque,
but I've been acting more and more like an old lady these days anyway.
Viva la vieja!
Went to Targette,
picked up electronic Catch Phrase.
Now I need to step up and force my RAs to bond.
I've been promoted, incidentily at the time I gave up caring.
Hmm...new life plan?
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