Ain't That a Bitch...

Summer schedule at my work means that I get to work four nine hour days and on Friday, I get to get out at noon. Woo hoo! So, I already have an exciting little afternoon planned out for myself. An afternoon that will surely include shopping, trying on expensive outfits, checking price tags, gasping in horror, and timidly asking the sales representatives if the shirt is on sale or if 179.99 is, in fact, the actual price.

Here's the deal. I like following trends. All trends, including the most ridiculous ones ( of course at the time I didn't think they were ridiculous, it is NOW that I look at my pictures from four years ago and kind of wonder if I was slightly messed up in the head). But being trendy/stylish on a budget can be a tricky ordeal. I tend to pull it off though, most of the times.

Another thing is, I LOVE shoes. I think some of them, in all legitimacy, deserve to be put in a museum because they look like incredible works of art. My dilemma is that I can't actually buy those beautiful 4" heel shoes because, well, I'm 5'9 (pushing 5'10) and if I add another 4" to my height, I will look like I'm ready for the WNBA draft. In theory, of course, playing basketball professionally sounds like a lucrative idea, because then, I would surely have the money to shorten that long list of outfits I want to buy.

Despite these predicaments, however, I will ( and that's a promise) buy myself a head-turning, drool-worthy outfit for the weekend. You know, the kind that makes you feel like all the ex-boyfriends are weeping bitterly in the confines of their homes while you're out having the time of your life, because they are just beginning to realize that you were the best thing to ever happen to them, but they fucked up.

And speaking of fuck-ups, judging by mrX's away message today and yesterday, it appears that he has a date tonight. How do I know that? Because he had the same away message up before OUR second date. The bastard...