happy new year bitches

hello my lovelies

say hello to my new love... say hello!!!
aren't they loverly? *le sigh* the heel is 4 1/2 inches high and they're just begging to be stared at. STARE AT ME they say... and i do... and i've been walking around in them... i love them

o and ya, my toes may look a little uncomfy but they totally aren't. sadly, my right foot is a little bigger than my left foot... if i had them made to only fit me i'd have a 9 and a 9 1/2... cuz 10 is just tooo big. i can't wait to go out in these.

i also got a pair of reasonably sensible work shoes and a pair of winter boots for when the snow decides to rear it's ugly head. i'm not ready for snow... but my feet will be! lets get another look at those sexy shoes...

ba-bam! maybe i should invest in a pair of those black stockings with the line right up the back... i like those, like pin-up sexy.


we hit the boxing day sales today, which weren't really sales so much as the stores knocking between 5 and 7 bucks off their merchandise and offering a few deals, like buy two get one free sort of thing. not what i consider a sale but whatevs.

i'm not one for crowds either so i couldn't stand the mall for two long... the first store we hit up br had to leave for a bit because of the pushing and shoving and overheated-ness of the place. like good god. why did i ever consider retail? retarded. that's what it was. i got three shirts and ran outta there. i wanted to go into abercrombie but the goddamn lines were coming out the doors both ways for miles and i don't do lines either (i'm not a diva, really i'm not). same was said of holister, mexx and a couple other name brands you'd expect to see lines at... like guess which is on the street. fuck that.

i like shopping but i ain't gonna wait out in the cold for it. unless it was like for manolo's and they were on sale for 10 bucks a pop and i was first in line. then i'd wait. but not for anything else.

neway. we also hit up ikea today. we must have missed the good sales there too cuz i wasn't impressed with anything. whatever country. whatevs...

wish me luck! i applied for a waitressing job. here's hopping for good news

if everyone's telling you it's wrong...

... why would you still believe it's right?

i'm sure by now it's obvious that i have a huge shopping problem and perhaps less obvious i am in love with what not to wear...

one thing i don't understand? why people think that what they wear looks good and they want so badly to hold onto things when everyone, all the people they know and strangers on the street, think they look hideous. HIDEOUS.

if stacy and clinton (*i heart you too, honestly*) came to ravish my closet i'd let them throw out everything and hang on their every word.

i guess no one really likes to hear negative criticism about themselves but... i mean.... they're their to make you look better and feel better about yourself...

the funny thing is that most of the people are so stubborn and don't want to let go of their old looks but in the end they reluctantly have to agree that yes, if you take care of yourself and wear clothes that fit, do your hair and occasionally put on some make-up you actually look good.
first impressions my friends, first impressions. i very much believe in first impressions and find it hard to believe that lawyers, doctors, teachers, etc expect people to take them seriously when their first impressions are usually so negative.

bad fashion habits and bad habits that need to be removed from society...

now aren't those the faces of people who know what they'e doing with your closet? stacy - i want your job. and your hair.

xmas. it's xmas time and my folks are up for two weeks. yay! it's quite exciting but i realise as much as i love them i need to limit my time with them. something you learn when you get older eh? yea...

everyone's got their family stories... and i'm no different but in keeping with the theme of the post... my brother lives on the other side of the continent and my mom was trying to call him earlier on in the day.... apparently his girlfriend answered the phone and said "who the hell is this" and now ma mere is all in a tizzy because she don't take kindly to that kind of thing... but my bro is sayin she never said it and so's the girlfriend.

maybe i would think, hey, you know they're probably just defending her, but apparently she was in the room at the time of the alleged phone call with her father and his lady friend and they didn't hear the so-called "expletive"...

mater is up in arms and everyone is walking on eggshells to get her to let it go. i think it's the new fued for the year.

*le sigh*

*stuck in the middle with you... here i am stuck in the middle with you... clowns to the left of my jokers to the right here i am stuck in the middle with you*

merry xmas y'all! hope santa's as good to you as i've been to everyone else

move

so you are all aware of the move.

we have found a wonderful new place and i'm please.

however. this wonderful new place is taking an unforseen and unwanted toll on my bank account and now i am forced to go out and bring home the proverbial bacon. right...

i *hate* job interviews... i don't like performing in front of others while i can watch them watch me (count stripping out... the theatre i can handle). but what i hate even worse are these goddamn group interviews where they throw a gaggle of over-excited, over-eager and undersexed girls into a ring and get them to answer a bunch of stupid, ill conceived questions that supposedly relate to working in retail. RETAIL. okay, i understand in doing your research and your homework and going in prepared... but these f*ck heads are asking you to bend over backwards impressing them so you can spend 8 hours straight on your feet raming merchandise down the throats of unsuspecting customers who really just came in for a pair of socks and maybe a hair brush, only to pay you a dollar over minimum wage, which is at least $10 less than what i was making at my full time job...

i know we all have to start somewhere, but to make it seem like this is the be all and end all is just ridiculous and i can't even bring myself to going into these things acting as if i care cuz i really don't. i just need a pay cheque to supplement my increasingly expensive habits and to pay the bills...

le sigh

with the good inevitably comes the bad

so we moved and it was increadibly successful and i'm totally happy...

please don't disregard me as a hippy, high or on delicious shrooms, or that i spent some time with non-deodorant using tree huggers and am now named happy tree flower or some crud like that.. but this place is so much more *positive* than the other place...

trippy...

however.

kramer is no more... i am sad to say. my little fishy *snifffle* went and met his maker... *SOB*... he was forced outta this life two nights ago.
even though i carried him in his bowl from our old apartment up the street, got in a cab and made sure the water didn't splosh too much or spill over the top, carried him up the stairs and strained my already almost bulging muscles in order to ensure his happiness. we left him on the kitchen counter and napoleon has no respect for other beings that are living and decided kramer would probably be happier if he were out of the bowl and not in... so br woke to find kramer trying to be the real life nemo and my heart is broken.

he was a little life and we were here to protect and feed and care for him... a little life..

i'm too goddamn sensitive. someone slap me.