Saturday, November 28, 2009
I KNOW WHAT YOU WORE LAST NIGHT
Fierce shoulder, fierce shoe. This was last nights outfit. Now a crumpled, booze drenched, smelly mess on the floor but we had a good time together. Apart from the front strap on those heels which cut off circulation between my toes and upper foot, which then slowly swelled more and more throughout the night until it looked like I had elephantiasis. My feet still look like raw fat steaks despite being elevated on the couch all day. That ain't chic.