Bear with me. This is one of the few self-pities I still indulge in, and I don't indulge often. Just humor me.
It doesn't help that I saw these killer black heels, real high and strappy but closed toes so you don't have to go overboard. Serious ''do me now" shoes. And not a single damn reason to get 'em. Nothing to wear them with, and no one to wear them without. Er... well, I know what I mean. I need an image consultant, so maybe I could enjoy looking like me even if no one else gives a damn what I look like. Petty. I'm not even being a girl, I'm just giving in to my inner brat. I think she needs a good spanking. *sigh* I'd... I mean, She'd enjoy it too much, though.