Friday, August 22, 2008
It’s like I don’t even know myself anymore. Two years ago I would have thought these were hideous. Now I’ve got a burning desire to own them.
Where’s a good sugar daddy when you need him?
And how sad is it that I need a sugar daddy to buy me a $23 pair of shoes?
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