So, tonight, while wasting time online looking at shoes (what? you think what you do is super exciting all the time?) I came across these beauties and in an instant realized I need a new career.
Seriously? I need to be a stripper. Because really and truly? I *must* have these shoes. They are like kitschy little pieces of beauteous art and must be mine. They were made for the sexy hot stripper that lives inside of all of us - and mine is pining for these mind-bending sparkly lucite wonders.
Let's put aside for a moment that no one would want to see me naked. Let's also put aside the fact that I have all the seductive grace and natural rhythm of a chimp who's been hit with a tranq dart.
These things matter not at all.
It is all about the shoes.
Plus? Having lots of ones on me at any given time makes me feel like I have a bankroll - even if it only amouts to $37 dollars or so.
OMG, I'm near PISSING myself with laughter over this!!!
ReplyDeleteI can totally relate to the 'inner-stripper' thing...having an entire playlist in my mind of songs I would strip to. :) You should get them, even if its just to wear around the house for Chris to see only! hahahhahahaa...