yesterday i dressed like a fucking whore and walked around sherway gardens with fil, he sauntered behind me a ways to watch all the men leer at me. then we went to st. lawrence market then we rented jarhead then we watched it then we watched saturday nite live and ate the stinky italian cheese i bought from the market. oh fil got some new running shoes that are to die for and i picked them out and i can’t stop thinking about them.
and my stilettos are still up for grabs and no they do not look as worn IRL as they do in that first top picture and the bottom yeh i walked thru a fucking october field wearing them so what who needs to see the bottom of a shoe?
