I am guilt-ridden and horribly ashamed at the length of time that has passed without a new post. My stomach feels sick and I can’t shake this overwhelming feeling of shame. I apologize. I knew I wasn’t responsible enough to maintain a blog.
What have I been doing in the past 22 days you ask? Well, the same damn things. I’m a creature of habit. Almost every single day I eat oatmeal and drink coffee. I work/watch the clock until a respectable lunch hour and I eat a turkey sandwich, apple, and carrots. I count the minutes until 5:00, leave work, hit the gym or the pavement for a run, then return home to lethargically eat a baked potato and some other dinner combination while I watch horrible television. Then my alarm goes off and it’s Groundhog’s day. I wipe the sleep out of my eyes, pack my gym bag and turkey sandwich and head out the door with oatmeal on my mind. I’m so freaking boring. I’m confident I just caused you to skim this post. Don’t deny it. You’re falling asleep now.
Now that I have a roommate, or rather live with my boyfriend, I have a few extra dollars a month to invest in a worthy cause. Re-building my shoe wardrobe. “One pair per paycheck,” is my goal. It is going to be tough (I’m completely lying), but I will find a few pairs each month to take home and replace the clicking heels in my closet. Not that I plan to throw away the clicking heels, but you understand. So far I have added two new pairs to my pile.
The first is a pair of Nine West gray and black animal print pumps covered in synthetic animal hair. That kind of sounds like I’m wearing something from McDonald’s of Kenya on my foot, but trust me, they are delicious.
The second is a pair of patent leather turquoise Kenneth Cole mary jane heels. I found them hidden on a discount rack (gasp) at DSW. I pulled them out of the box and slipped the right shoe on my foot. Cue Rodgers and Hammerstein, because this shoe fit like a glass slipper. I walked around the store and tried to forget them, but couldn’t. I kept thinking of some poor, white trash person who doesn’t Kenneth Cole from Rocketdog taking home the shoes and wearing them around Wal-Mart. It couldn’t happen. The shoes deserved better. Kenneth deserved better.
So, that’s the latest of the lame. Hate to cut this short, but I’m ready for my turkey sam.
