Note to Self:

After two days of 8 hrs + at work, 4.5 inch heels on boots (or, ugh, booties) are officially your limit. I don't care how cute they are or how much they get your butt off your thighs, when you can't move your toes at the end of the day, moderation has to be considered.

They are sooooooo awesome, though. Seriously awesome. I just need to doctor up the insides a bit and then wear them on shorter work days. And NOT on bowling practice days. That will make it all better, no?

Dust, Sweep, Clean, Polish

Just clearing off the cobwebs on the blog...that, my friends, is the most domestic shit I've done in like months. I've become this weird useless sluglike creature who resides on her couch with a laptop on one leg and the remote on the other. It would somewhat acceptable if I was generating anything of literary worth whatsoever, but I'm not--I have a million plus chips in Zynga poker, some kick-ass houses on Yoville and I am a Boss in NYC on Mafia Wars, plus some weird levels in Cuba and Moscow that I couldn't begin to name. Add on all the comments, likes, and stupid quizzes I have taken and it's safe to say that I could have written a novel with the total number of characters entered on Facebook in the past year. That? Is unacceptable.

So now I think I'll just blog and talk to myself since anyone that read here has long since given up. I'm back to square one...a little depressing since I've been blogging for years and more years before most people even knew what the damn word meant. Oh, how the mighty have fallen...ROFLMAO!