Shopping While Intoxicated

This morning, when I checked my mail, I noticed that I had a surprise shipment confirmation from endless.com. I opened the message, and I was dismayed to find that I had bought a truly odious pair of shoes while I was, erm, "spirited" on Friday night. It all came back to me. I bought two pair of shoes, the same design in different colors. I remembered what I'd purchased...and then I thought, "That can't be right. I'd *never* pay money for something that awful." But I was wrong.



What the fuck was I thinking? Shiny, silver, faux-leather espadrilles? This is yet another case where I insist that my laptop needs a car breathalyzer. Thank God for free return shipping. Ugh, I just feel dirty.

Luckily, in black, they aren't horrible...



...but they are pretty boring. Actually, these are on the good side of adequate. Sure, they're not something I'd normally buy, but with an ankle on the mend, I'm extremely limited. They are flat, black, and they have tread. Boo, hiss, meh, whatever.

Honestly, I'm just excited that I'll be able to wear two shoes again soon.

Off to the ritual bathings with me! I smell.

Word up.

Yay, another blog.

I probably have about 20 of these on various sites. I'd link them but I'm kind of afraid that one of my bosses or a coworker will run across this.

So, let's just say that I like to write. I'm not very good at it, but I find it cathartic. Rest assured, I'm not going to foist my shitty poetry upon you, or talk about my innermost feelings.

One of my best friends is in town and will get here soon, so off I go for now. Stay tuned for idiocy and self-indulgence.