you can keep the furniture...
My poor toesies. They are so battered. I need to go on a health spa retreat for my feet. The most entertaining thing about how I abuse my feet is that
when I wore Doc Martens all the time...adults would praise me for my wise choice in footwear. I won't have to deal with feet pain when I'm older! In a matter
of years, that phase of my life was over and I was like, "bring on the torturous shoes!"
Last night my neighbor brought me an article about Isaac Mizrahi. It made my evening! It was a decent article, too. Discussing how he's managed to not tarnish his
name by licensing his name to Target. How he can manage to pull of courture and "cheap chic." Along that same thing, it got me thinking about when Target bought the
rights to Mossimo. I remember my reaction, "Yeah right! Gross!" How silly of me. But how long ago was that? What the fuck did I know? Back then I never would've pictured
myself buying clothing from Target. I can think of six items of clothing I own from Target off the top of my head. And I buy all my exercise clothes there. I don't know...
it's so weird...how the world of retail has changed in the past 10-15 years. Crazy.
They're adding a bunch more classes at Jazzercise. Ok, not a "bunch" more...five more. But they got rid of one of the step classes that I avoid...which is good because that's one more
class I can attend now during the week. I can NOT do step. Not at all. I'm a natural born klutz...I almost fell about 700 times when I tried it.
Hard to believe the PJ shows are less than two weeks away. I'm somewhat excited (sorry, being truthful). I'm just not...I dunno...I didn't even realize the "tour" started last night. I logged
onto ST and people were a-buzz and I was like, "A show? Really? Tonight?" I amaze myself because I never thought there would be a day where I would be so disconnected with the band. This is not
to say I hate 'em or anything...shit, I've been on a big PJ kick lately.
K, I need to go get my hairs done. Hairs done at night = more sleep in the morning. Fuck yeah.
