June 9th, 2005

And a voice that is dark like tinted glass

Today is one of those very rare days in my life. It’s a day where I’ve come to work thinking ‘God, I wish I’d worn a shorter skirt’.

No, there isn’t anyone cute about (but we live in hope). It’s just, my new shoes are fab. They’re really sexy. The heel is gorgeous, they have a buckle and they make my feet look good. and what did I choose to wear? One of my longest skirts. Bah. Twit.

I don’t have a foot fetish, btw. I don’t like feet. I do, however, love these shoes. Even if they hurt like buggery and made mey heel bleed and I had to buy new knee highs at lunch and maybe I should have worn them in at home a bit more first, hmm?

Oh, and yesterday on my way home I saw LTC2 and made the mistake of asking her how she was. I got ranted at for 20 minutes about how life is unfair and she should get exactly what she wants (which, from what I could figure, would be bad business), and I saw FOUR of my buses go past (um, I mean the bus route I take – I saw four different buses with that number, does that make sense?). yeah. So. Have even less kindly intentions towards her than before.