I fear that I am on my way to becoming a bit of an Imelda Marcos.


Well, I think I might have a problem. As I am writing this, I am breaking in a new pair of boots (which, in my defence, were on sale) after specifically telling myself that I don't need any more. I am finding myself justifying the purchase. I just let my mum know, who has been an adversary to my enthusiasm for shoes for a long time now, and she challenged me to do a count of my shoes - I politely declined (She's cool with it, really. =]). Something must be done, but the motivation is lacking haha.
I don't know why I started writing this, it doesn't have any real point to it and frankly I'm surprised that you are still reading this. Especially if you are a guy. Hahaha.. just kidding. I dunno, I reckon God built us women with a desire for shoes for a reason. I just don't know what that reason is. Any theories? Hehehe.. OK that's it for this post. Hopefully the next post will be of more substance :P
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