PORN!!! (and spam)
Miu Miu Boot
They are pretty. Also, I like boots, and even though I have boots, I have a sneaking suspicion that I need more boots. I have planned a trip to the nearest DSW with my new friend Kim for one of these upcoming weekends.
As for the spam part – I have not been at a cheerful place lately. The not sleeping, and the killer PMS (which is not just pre-, so perhaps a better description would be P/MS) and the fact that it’s almost one o’clock and it’s still only 33 degrees, and the fact that I’ve 1) moved to an entirely new city where I know only the person I’m moving with (which was less traumatic the first time, when I was 22) 2) started a new job and 3) gotten married in the last few months have been stressful. I totally lost track of that sentence, so if the period wasn’t in the right place (and really, what’s new with that? That’s how I roll), I apologize.
Point. I am not cheerful. My brain is sad. perhaps even SAD. Last night, my brain was too sad for knitting, even. I have been trying to either a) mask or b) defeat (I’m not sure which) the sad by doing insane amounts of baking, but even after consuming more brownies than was necessary last night, I didn’t feel better. Probably because I remembered that I don’t so much like the chocolate, once the P/MS is over. That did not, however, keep me from eating a brownie today at work. (What? I brought most of them to work to share, is it so wrong that I had one two myself? Most were shared.)
That brings me to the spam point (I know – but trust me, it could have been longer). I have been getting an inordinate amount of spam lately – mostly in the form of “undeliverable mail” thingies – they look like legitimate “your mail was unable to be delivered from mailer daemon” whatever, but it’s not! And over the weekend, I got 47 of these! So, imagine my sadness when I checked my mail just now and had five new messages, each with the subject line “failure.”
Which is pretty much how I feel about everything, so thank you spambots for confirming my worst fears. I feel so much better now.
Umm…so anyways…shoes! Are pretty! Oooooh…look at the pretty shoes and ignore the crazy lady.
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