shoes shoes shoes

I am the now the proud owner of the Steve Madden ROARR bootie in purple suede.

1" platform + 4 1/2" heel= 5 1/2"

120 dollars pourer, yeah.

1 new pair of shoes happier, YEAH!

YEE HAW!

SEPERATED AT BIRTH...

currently.

welp. my 6 week christmas vacation from columbia is nearing an end. and a lot has happened.

here is just a few, and i'll write more as i remember them.

-cut my face open while drunkenly ripped a tapestry off katie's living room wall during a party

-cut my finger open with sharp ass scissors

-dislocated my thumb while impersonating my sister trying to squat and pee

-somehow seemed to somewhat break my foot while walking down the street with russell

-slipped and fell on ice a couple of different times, first time outside of blind robin, and once outside of estelles...and both times were while getting out of josefs' car.

-on a whim i went home to michigan to ride horses but instead got drunk and hung out with jess white...and i love her dearly

-watched a ton of movies, both in the theaters and on tv(on demand)

-started a blog....

i'm convinced that my life is absolutely crazy and madness and probably unlike anybody else's but i think everyone feels that way about themselves.

lately i have been horribly unproductive. other than eating a lot(and believe me it shows) and getting drunk 4-5 days a week, i've been watching a lot of murder mystery shows on tv, such as forensic files, the first 48, and snapped. i can't watch them alone though, and the one time that i did i freaked out and left my house.

milli is getting smarter but as much as she is smart, she is equally an idiot. yesterday she peed on my bed. idiot. and she still things she can casually walk in the bathroom like i don't know she is going to drink all the toilet water. idiot. she did however learn to sit. smart. and she pees on the pee pad now. smart.

every night there is something fun and new that i do. tonight i am going to watch "over the edge" which i am told is a masterpiece starring matt dillon. maybe finishing coloring the felt dinosaur 

i can't figure out how to put pictures where they are supposed to go in this post, so i'm going to call this post quits, and return when i figure this blogging thing out. damn i feel old.

i'm assuming i wrote this when i was 17 or 18

At the local coffee shop she's looking down and he grabs her hand from across the table. She looks at him, but he doesn't say anything. A familiar look in his eyes and she knows his intentions. A spiraling circle of death and she's been caught in it for years. "Those familiar looks aren't welcome in these parts anymore, cowboy." she thinks. 

"Stop it" she says

But he doesn't.

He never will, damnit.

My mom gave me a bag of yarn that I left over her house about 6 years ago. On a crumpled up Rams Horn napkin I found somewhat of a short story who I am assuming is written about my ex boyfriend Daniel Boes. I hated us and our relationship at the time but for some reason I couldn't stay away. 

Still friends to this day, he reminded me recently when I was younger you couldn't tear me away from a notebook...or a napkin...or whatever I could get my hands on to write on. Him and I would be in the middle of a date and I would grab anything possible and write down any random thought that seemed important at the time. This thought on a napkin above is an idea of the things I used to write spur of the moment. 

I want the spontaneity of my youth back.