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Tally, tally, tally. Ridiculous to work on a Sunday you know. I know you’re all terribly jealous that I’m going to NY. It’s going to be spectacular, no matter what we do. And we’ll try not to get arrested. And it’s sad; I had to go to the Galleria by myself today. I got a watch at fossil, meandered around Sephora like the addict I am, and bought this totally neat lip pencil, only it’s like a felt tip pen. Urban Decay makes fabulous things. In boredom, I wandered and discovered in nine west that, if I were a pair of shoes, I would look like this. --> http://www.ninewest.com/s?namespace=catalog&origin=viewall_category.jsp&event=p.shoe&pid=3469 In all, I work too much, then shop too much, and it makes me happy. And in all that, I get too little sleep and am very antisocial, because I not used to people being so damn far away. I mean really, everyone should live in tiny, closely located cubicles. That way I run into people, and never have to call them, or I run into them at the bar. And now, I must go find my black shoes, I need to go find my black shoes. |
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