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I don’t remember the last time I had a hole in a shoe!!!

Darnit, this is so sad. These are my favorite shoes.

Which might be why they have a hole in them. I think I got them in October, and usually I’d expect my shoes to last at least a year, but I never took out my boots this year, so these poor little things have faced the brunt of housing my feet.

POOR SHOES. At least I’m going to Delaware weekend after next, I will have to see about getting new ones. And I guess I might be wearing heels for the next week?

I guess I have to put them in a shoebox and bury them or something.

Mirrored from Antagonia.net.

I don’t know if I have an excuse. Maybe I was tired. Maybe I was cold. Maybe I was running late. Maybe it was dark. Maybe I was carrying a really big bag.

But here’s what I noticed, while walking across my office floor, after I had been at work for about an hour and fifteen minutes:

SOMETHING WRONG WITH THIS PICTURE?

In my defense, they are technically the same shoe with a different “style” so the soles and heels are identical and they FEEL identical?

…But that’s a pretty weak defense.

Fortunately, I had actually packed a different pair of shoes to wear for New Year’s, so I put those on:

WIN.

The only trouble here, as I sit at my desk ruminating about the end of the day, is trying to decide whether to wear the mismatched but comfortable shoes to commute, or the matching but not really conducive to carrying heavy luggage full of booze.

MY LIFE IT IS A COMEDY OF ERRORS.

<3

Mirrored from Antagonia.net.

I got less than four hours of sleep last night.

I'm not really sure why. I blame a week off for part of it-- when you spend a week going to bed between 2 and 3, you are not going to suddenly be able to get into bed and go to sleep before 1. Or something. Especially when you got eleven hours of sleep the night before.

Sometime around 4:10, I set my alarm forward to 8:30 and said fuck it, I would be late for work.

But then I woke up completely naturally and feeling bright and alert at 8:18. I don't know how. I was still a little late to work, but surprise!

Now I am drinking chai to keep myself perky. Whiskey Monday tonight! It is always weird, you know, the way that coming back after a week of cooking makes me feel like everything is new again.

I finished Feed by MT Anderson. Funny story, this: liret told me I should really, really read a book called Feed. I looked it up and found said book, and was very excited because I enjoyed Octavian Nothing. I read the book. About a chapter in, I realized it was a different Feed from the Feed Jess wanted me to read, which is about ZOMBIES. This one is about chips in our brains and Google Ads ruling the universe. It is awesome and amazing and you should all read it. I have been 100% converted from the person who would line up to get the first chip, to the person who will never ever ever get a chip unless it's a cure for cancer or something.

Now I'm reading Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children by Ransom Riggs and quite enjoying that as well.

I got a new pair of shoes in Delaware. They're orange:



I went into Clark's planning to buy another pair of black flats. I walked out with orange shoes.

I put together my Christmas wish list for my parents and forgot the most important thing! How could I?!

Love you all!

So, no bar. :-(
The apartment got taken by somebody else. How, I have no idea, but it did. So back to square one. The broker had another apartment that was very similar, but to be honest, the kitchen kind of sucked and there was no bar, so no go on that one. Hopefully, he'll be able to take me out again tomorrow.

Anyway, I have thoughts about the horrible massacre today, but that's still brewing in my head. It's a sick, sick world where something like that can happen, and it makes me angry. It makes my heart cry for all the parents of those students, because their kids got killed away from home, in what should have been a safe place. And I don't know when they last got to see their kids or tell them they loved them, and that's just heartbreaking. God. I know that at least one person on my friends' list knew one of the victims, and I am so, so sorry for any of the rest of you who may have. I had two good friends die young in tragic accidents, and I can't express the depth of my sympathy.

Now on to happier things:

Zwartboek was fucking awesome. I love Paul Verhoeven to start with, and Sebastian Koch is fast becoming one of my favorite actors after this and The Lives of Others. Let me just take a superficial moment to say, oh my god, hottest Nazi ever.

That movie was truly awesome. Truly. I would put it up there on my list of best-ever spy movies. I just can't gush enough about it. Only I'm not going to, because like all good suspense films, it was truly suspenseful, and it was good in that the clues were all there to figure out what was going on, but they never hit you over the head with it. I loved it. Oh, and the colors and the...just, everything. It was really good.

And, under the cut-- pikacharma wanted to see my MASSIVE haul of new shoes from Delaware. The only thing I didn't by that I wish I had was an amazing pair of platform stiletto pumps, which is not the kind of thing I ever buy.

To preface, I am the kind of girl who usually only owns one or two pairs of shoes at a time. Usually black, usually slip ons, and one pair of dressier shoes. If my black slip-ons are in any way presentable, I frequently don't own dressy shoes. I generally have a pair of boots, and a pair of sandals for summer, and that's it.

But right now? I need to build up my arsenal of Clothes To Wear to Work, and the biggest problem with this whole Dressing for Work thing is that for the first time in my life, save for fancy dress parties, my shoes have to match what I'm wearing. Style-wise, color-wise. So I've managed in the past few weeks to go from owning two pairs of boots and one pair of the respectable black slip-ons mentioned above to enlisting the aid of FIVE NEW PAIRS OF SHOES. One of them are boring, black ankle boots, but the others are AMAZING-- so amazing I needed to share!

Also, enjoy the pictures of my hideous feet! Although if I had to pick one part of my body to be red and fat, I guess I could do worse than feet. I am, however, concerned that I am turning into my shoe-crazy grandmother. Who has...over 200 pairs of sandals. Imelda Marcos, look out!

( SHOES AHOY )

Oh, and I forgot to add! I FINALLY got responses to my Craigslist Ads

Two! Both from Lucius Malfoy!

elikrei, you are apparently at fault for this!

( text of emails! )

I want more responses!

So, no bar. :-(
The apartment got taken by somebody else. How, I have no idea, but it did. So back to square one. The broker had another apartment that was very similar, but to be honest, the kitchen kind of sucked and there was no bar, so no go on that one. Hopefully, he'll be able to take me out again tomorrow.

Anyway, I have thoughts about the horrible massacre today, but that's still brewing in my head. It's a sick, sick world where something like that can happen, and it makes me angry. It makes my heart cry for all the parents of those students, because their kids got killed away from home, in what should have been a safe place. And I don't know when they last got to see their kids or tell them they loved them, and that's just heartbreaking. God. I know that at least one person on my friends' list knew one of the victims, and I am so, so sorry for any of the rest of you who may have. I had two good friends die young in tragic accidents, and I can't express the depth of my sympathy.

Now on to happier things:

Zwartboek was fucking awesome. I love Paul Verhoeven to start with, and Sebastian Koch is fast becoming one of my favorite actors after this and The Lives of Others. Let me just take a superficial moment to say, oh my god, hottest Nazi ever.

That movie was truly awesome. Truly. I would put it up there on my list of best-ever spy movies. I just can't gush enough about it. Only I'm not going to, because like all good suspense films, it was truly suspenseful, and it was good in that the clues were all there to figure out what was going on, but they never hit you over the head with it. I loved it. Oh, and the colors and the...just, everything. It was really good.

And, under the cut-- pikacharma wanted to see my MASSIVE haul of new shoes from Delaware. The only thing I didn't by that I wish I had was an amazing pair of platform stiletto pumps, which is not the kind of thing I ever buy.

To preface, I am the kind of girl who usually only owns one or two pairs of shoes at a time. Usually black, usually slip ons, and one pair of dressier shoes. If my black slip-ons are in any way presentable, I frequently don't own dressy shoes. I generally have a pair of boots, and a pair of sandals for summer, and that's it.

But right now? I need to build up my arsenal of Clothes To Wear to Work, and the biggest problem with this whole Dressing for Work thing is that for the first time in my life, save for fancy dress parties, my shoes have to match what I'm wearing. Style-wise, color-wise. So I've managed in the past few weeks to go from owning two pairs of boots and one pair of the respectable black slip-ons mentioned above to enlisting the aid of FIVE NEW PAIRS OF SHOES. One of them are boring, black ankle boots, but the others are AMAZING-- so amazing I needed to share!

Also, enjoy the pictures of my hideous feet! Although if I had to pick one part of my body to be red and fat, I guess I could do worse than feet. I am, however, concerned that I am turning into my shoe-crazy grandmother. Who has...over 200 pairs of sandals. Imelda Marcos, look out!

( SHOES AHOY )

Oh, and I forgot to add! I FINALLY got responses to my Craigslist Ads

Two! Both from Lucius Malfoy!

elikrei, you are apparently at fault for this!

( text of emails! )

I want more responses!