The Pink Shoe Diaries

this morning, i was zipping down the side streets near my home, running late from adam's house and needing to shower, throw some coffee down my throat and be off to work. as i was rounding a corner a cat darted out from the sidewalk and i braked hard and lay on my horn (pure reflex: i am horn happy..ask anyone who has driven with me). the cat narrowly escaped a rubbery doom, and as it reached the other side of the street, it turned back to look at me and gave me the most evil look i have ever seen. that cat looked at me like i was small! so i rolled down the window and i told him "bust a move.......bust a motherf*ckin move!"


(shout out to all the KOC fans)


and then on the train there was this gentleman who had no problem staring at my breasts for the entire train ride. we even made eye contact ONCE and he had the nerve to kind of smile at me and then commence staring. it wasn't even like he was a dirty construction worker or a crazy homeless man (both who have been known to stare freely at breasts), but he was a well dresed, clean cut young man holding a copy of "Crime and Punishment" in his hand. (truth be told i would rather look at breasts than read that book again, but still)


THEN: i broke a nail. i am trying very hard to grow my nails out to a feminine length...i would like at the very least to have non-coal-miner's nails. i go through vicious cycles with nail length: i keep them very short, then i gorw them long, then they keep breaking, then i get acrylics which last for a few months, then i get bored with them and have them taken off, then i keep my naiks very short and so on and so forth. i am at the "long nails that keep breaking' stage so i guess i should be making an appointment at Nails by Nancy...


yeah so i am wholly dissapointed with my morning so far....