Back in high school I was the chunk shoe queen! If they were chunk, I had it. In college I realized a half-mile walk to class was not exactly easy in 4-inch high chunkers – but I did keep them around! Hellow. Pain is beauty.
I’m realizing that the chunks are slowly going out of style. Quel Horreur! What footwear am I supposed to wear now? For now I’m working with bowling shoes and other ballet-flat shoes. I have yet to move on to the pointy ones, though they surely would make a handy weapon.
I tried buying my first big honker purse at walmart a few weeks ago. At first I was like, wow, there’s room for more than just my wallet in there! Now, however, it has accumulated coupons, random makeup, my camera, and so many other things that just wouldn’t fit in the tiny bags that are usually in my repetoire. Unfortunately, this also means that things get lost in there. It’s a digging-for my keys nightmare… and mine is not even that big. How do women that carry the big totebags or hobo bags survive ? Surely someone has some tips on purse organization. Maybe I just need to move up to super-honker so I can put my lunch and whatnot in there. lol 
Oh, and Happy Halloween!
I keep having run-ins with celebrity-endorsed beauty products. Two years ago, in the desparate budget-concerned college days, I purchased things from the reasonably-priced Mary-kate and Ashley line from Walmart. As fellow straight-haired girls, they should have known their shine serum weighted down straight hair and smelled like rancid coconut rum. How surprising that they try to pass it off as either a) designing the products themselves or at least b) approving each product. Surely under-aged teen stardom resulted in a run-in with some Malibu. You’d think.
About a year later I heard of Celine Dion perfume. Put it on, and suddenly you are a Canadian operatic diva who now works the Las Vegas crowd. 20 years, and you’ll be the female version of Wayne Newton! Ding.
I discovered a few weeks ago that the 20-something bleach-blond divas had to join in on the fun. Apparently, I am a demographic who would be desparate to buy Britney Spears “Curious” or perhaps some Edible cosmetics.
Exploring these products made me realize that I might need some things I never dreamed of. After seeing the belly button lotion, I’m starting to wonder if the general public wants to run away from my unflavored, unscented tummy.
What do you think? Are you flavored?
Thanks to Oak’s friend Colin, I am now able to publish online albums again! Super ding.
I’ve decided I would work back chronologically until they are all updated. So for now, you have The Vegas Experience. My mom asked for “a picture of the strip” so I took, oh, about 900 or so. Prepare yourself.
Things here are pretty much same old. Have I ever mentioned how much I hate laundry? It never seems to end. Arr. Today I went to “Cuttin up” at the gym and then had buy one get one free entrees at Mama Fu’s. I had the tuna salad which was tasty tasty.
Over the weekend we went to Fantasy Lake for some hot Scuba action. I am already SO sick and tired of these low visibility diving conditions. The photos here are like 10 times clearer than anything we saw – in fact, we kept losing each other and having to surface after getting lost. Nixon’s ultra-groovy dive light did help, though I felt a little bit like a mosquito that was attracted to the bug zapper or something. Anyway, I am highly looking forward to carribbean diving. Hot stuff.
