sept 15 - unfollow
dear diary,
i am so, just, displeased with myself. over the weekend i decided i had to get shoes for work, because the ones i have has all fallen apart. all of them. even the ones i got from my mom. the ferragamo is intact, but i can't wear them every day, right? those poor soles. so i decided i need wedges. because i am old and can no longer handle heels, any heels. my poor, old, back. charles and keith i chose because i don't want to be too cheap (vincci) but i don't want to spend that much either (aldo or anything else like any SANE WOMAN WITH A SALARY). so i found some wedges. and i bought them despite that they are practically STILTS, and they have straps that NEEDS TO BE TAKEN CARE OF, they're not easy to slip on or off(and who likes to remove their shoes once they're seated in the office chair? me. who LOVES to duduk bersila while staring at the computer screen? ME). i freaking bought them freaks.
i hate these shoes.
they are pretty but they are evil. while stepping out of the lift today i stumbled. did i mention that i also have weak ankles and prone to stumbling like the newborn bambi?
regret to say i am regretting having bought these towering walking devices. i should have taken the normal, sane, old people route: scope out clarks. always clarks. there should be no other.
sigh.
i'm not sure if i should or will spend more money buying other office shoes. i have chosen and therefore i should be punished.
a silver lining: one should walk slowly with these magnificent clogs, so i should really come to work earlier and take my time to travel from the car to the chair.
normal day-to-day situation: 6.30 am: JUST 5 MORE MINUTES OF SLEEP I SWEAR
7.30 am: SELF WHY OH WHY COULDN'T YOU JUST WAKE UP EARLIER LIKE MAYBE 6AM IT WOULD SAVE OURSELVES A WHOLE LOT OF TROUBLE *^)*^$#)(&@#_@*#@$^#%_$&()#
UNFOLLOW!!!!
me.
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yesterday there was an old man at the buka puasa place who jammed his violin to billie jean. MAD PROPZ!