The Pink Shoe Diaries

today is definitely an "i do what i want" day.


i strolled into my house today at 7AM, took a quick shower and then ran back out to get in my car and drive to work. i don't think i have been in my house for more than 2 hours consectutively in the past month. (except for sleeping, in which case i arrive home around 11PM, pass out, then and leave my house at 7:30AM). having one's own car is very conducive to the gypsy lifestyle, i must say. if only my car could get mail....


i have an unhealthy preoccupation, as of late, with being tan. i have been tanning three times this week and am going again today on my lunch break. it's a slow process, but i am willing to put the time in to get what i want. i am wholly preoccupied with other people's tans however. i will leave the tanning booth feeling revitalized! bronzed! summery! and then i take two steps, see some back bay socialite with a butterball mist on bahamian tan and instantly feel like a pale, sickly, ghostly version of my former self. then again, i think i am setting my standards a bit out of reach, since when i admire a girl's tan from afar, and think to myself "that is how tan i want to be!", she almost always turns out to be african american on closer inspection.


on an irrelevant note, isn't it annoying when someone calls you at work and is like "i am calling to get so-and-so's cell phone number" and then when you go to recite it they say "hold on, let me find a pen."? how about getting a pen BEFORE you call to get a phone number that you will need to write down. if i had not been at work, i would have said this. but since i am at work, i merely sighed heavily into the phone and rolled my eyes. i am the picture of pleasance, i assure you.