stupid pointy shoes

olga way too tired to do long post tonight. just going to do short one...quite short. soo tired have not had enough sleep. went to work the whole day today...not a good idea to try to get through the day with pointy shoes and 5 bandaids...man i need to bandaid my whole foot to provide protection. stupid shoes. stupid freaking MENSWEAR! i HATE it down there...there is absolutely no brain stimulation there...i have not seen one hot guy walk past...actually i might have seen a few. anyway, my cover was blown...my friend told creepy menswear guy that i was lying and wasn't seeing anyone (what the hell possessed her to do that i have no idea). at least he knows the deal now...i'm just not interested. never will be. at least i was NICE..and i am not going to STRING him along and RIP HIS HEART OUT. regardless of helga's thoughts on this... i am no ice queen!! i thought i would have logged on to the blog to see some sort of philosophical story about how to string someone along then rip his heart out. it's not like i do it as some sort of hobby...i'm telling you it's some sort of...curse that i fall into.

in response to helga's question i know i don't have one that got away (glad to let them all get away they were all weird and psycho). ok so they weren't ALL weird and psycho...they were just partly weird, strange, odd...whatever the descriptor you want to use. and i am not "the one that got away". how ironic.