I have this truly retarded tendency to ruin my heels and I notice that this
usually always occurs whenever I find myself in the company of my good friend, Alcohol. It’s bad enough that I don’t have a lot of shoes (ever since I quit my call center job, I’ve gone low-maintenance footwear-wise and basically live in flipflops); now I have five or six pairs needing to be sent to the nearest Mr Quickie for fixing.
I heard somewhere that regularly breaking your heels isn’t a normal thing so I thought that maybe I should just quit being cheap and stop buying the flimsy Korean shoes they sell at 168 for 500 bucks (lol?). Yesterday, I went shopping and the plan was to get a pair of everyday-shoes, best acne treatments (my god, my chin is horribly pimpled right now), and a handful of other necessary things (that ended up unpurchased because I went to a mall that wasn’t very familiar and I kept gravitating towards the restaurants and food places).
Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to find a pair of shoes I could see myself wearing to work everyday (I almost bought a pair of purple flats and a pair of emerald green ones but decided against it). What I did buy, though, were these three and a half inch sexies:
Six beers and two mojitos later…
I’m annoyed at myself.