But it's a fairly universal women's complaint, otherwise. And I thought more for Kay, since she doesn't dress up all the time. And I think Mr. Blahnik should be very careful crossing the street if she is after him.
See, it's my own fault, the high heels love. I honestly don't think they were originally for standing in, so much as they were for, er, well, lying on your back while wearing. But they lengthen leg and cause pain at the same time, so they feed the inner narcissist and punish it at the same time.
And if Kay's got a bead on Manolo, I'm covering from the window across the street.
That? Must See TV, right there.
Oh, the universe of foot pain I missed by not being born AB. Of course when I was a girl, they paid a therapist( the rapist) to simulate the same thing without the ego payoff, so there you go.
Oh, the universe of foot pain I missed by not being born AB. Of course when I was a girl, they paid a therapist( the rapist) to simulate the same thing without the ego payoff, so there you go.
And again, I ask: why in sweet fucking hell aren't you being paid to write, girlygirl?
It's not me, it's them. about 50 times.
and I write for free, sometimes. maybe they think I'm cheap.
for disability press?I'd get one haunted woman and a copier, man.
Lordy, I second the why? That's just amazing Erika.
Erika, I lack the words and the skill to tell you in how many ways you rock my world.
Oh, me too. Catching up here has been fine. I'm grinning with so much good stuff--and not all of it fic.
