Nothing Exceeds like Excess

Yeah yeah, I set up a new space and then completely abandon it after only two posts. I never said I was the queen of consistency.

I am, however, at least the Dutchess of excess. I'm ridiculous. I haven't been able to stop myself from shopping online over the last couple weeks. It just feels so good to get mail that's not a bill. "Oh, those people at Sephora.com must really love me! Look at these fabulous gifts!"

I'm easily enticed by sephora.com's samples. Last week's deal was seven different eye products, free with your purchase of $25 or more. Spending $25...hell, spending $250 at Sephora is really easy. So, I decided to partake in the special, and I bought...oh I bought the whole fucking store over the last two weeks. I got new mascara (because the ten I own are unsatisfactory...gotta keep trying); I got a lip gloss pencil in bronze; I got some new eyeshadow in Midnight Cowgirl and Acid Rain; and I got some glitter eyeliner because glitter makes everything more fun.

Oh, and it doesn't end there. I found a gorgeous, plum, silk top to go with my linen pants for Agi's wedding, but I'll be damned if I wore flip flops with it. I figured a pair of gold lamme' flats would be quite lovely, so I searched around and found these bad boys. I sure hope the mary jane strap will fit over my swollen-ass foot.

I would be remiss if I didn't mention the glut of books. I don't want to go into detail because I'm kind of ashamed now that I've written it all down.

Speaking of ashamed, I can't really look at myself in the mirror because of my lunch. Bask in the glory of the Loaded Steakhouse Burger from Burger King.



I call it the Shameburger because that is the only emotion I can register after consuming that greasy, salty, trans-fatty monstrosity.

It was good though.

Really good.

Quadruple bypass good.

I'm going to stop slacking right now and get back to work! Chop chop! Hear that whip a crackin'! Need to make some money so I can support my make-up and ridiculous burger habits.

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.