flying through clouds of uncertainty on wings of existential dread
Those would be my black heels, which were worn out five years ago, but are so freaking comfortable that I just can’t let them go until I’ve found a suitable replacement — which I have yet to do. Seriously, $20 Target heels, and there’s no replacing the damn things. You know, between this and buying a second pair of sneakers at Ross yesterday even though I already have one wearable pair, I think I might be turning into a girly girl. That’s what qualifies you, right? Being in love with your heels and owning more than one pair of sneakers?
Oh, also, I do know how to spell ‘intentions’ – the scanner did something weird and I apparently fixed it everywhere but there. Sad trombone.