I nearly leapt across the table to stuff that woman's mouth with cake just to stop her from going on. I could see where my mom's train of thought would start careening towards. Yes. I was right. The mother decided I had to start wearing heels only.
So we went shopping. Tried on a bunch of excruciating shoes. Ok. What is up with designers designing shoes with the sole purpose of mangling feet??? I kept eyeing the Beverly Feldman shoes....cute but FLAT shoes.
I'm sorry, I walk a lot. I *need* shoes I can practically run in. I mean, it's not like I sacrifice fashion that much for comfort......I still refuse to wear Crocs (one of those shoes that should make you go "wtf.")....
My mom was going about how I should wear cute shoes to lunch since there's no reason I would need comfy shoes at lunch. Says who? Er, I wear shoes I can sprint in for a reason...
Luckily my mom fell in love with the same Melissa shoes as me...
Yes, they're fucking cute. I feel like they were painting my feet and they felt soooo comfy at first. Of course when I wore them today.............
Well...now I have blisters on my blisters.
And tonight, I felt the need to wear my very cute but extremely painful Steve Madden shoes for dinner. I have never claimed to be intelligent. I was dying. Ended up shoving my shoes at everyone and forcing everybody to admire them. I don't care if everyone agreed they were cute just to avoid getting their toes skewered by me. At that moment, I would accept even sympathy compliments.
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