IN MY RED HIGH HEELS

(Those high heels are yet to be bought but don't doubt that I've been looking.)

So, rather than go out tubing like I REALLY wanted to do this weekend, mom (that would be me) decided that since Man Friend had been fighting a sore throat all week and I have something in my sinuses that refuses to budge (and since I didn't want it's first move to be an advance) we should go shopping instead.

It should also be known that since I've started my big girl job, I'm pretty well always ready to fall asleep at a moment's notice (unless, say, that moment is my chosen bedtime... THEN I HAVEN'T A DAMN PROBLEM STAYING AWAKE). I requested of Man Friend that we visit the local Starbucks so I might partake in the wakeful glory of concentrated coffee (see: espresso). Now, it is well documented my love of the frappuccino and it is well known, by me at least, that Man Friend is disgusted by this particular mega-corporation. Luckily for me, he is willing to go through minor torments in order to make me happy.

As I am walking out of Starbucks, frothy drink in hand, Man Friend comments on my submission to the evil corporate giant... as he sticks a Camel cigarette between his lips. Pretentious little shit (WHO I LOVE ANYWAY, ya bastard).

Anyway, I also mentioned that Man Friend took me shopping. I found out something about myself on this trip. MY LOVE CAN BE BOUGHT! AND IT COSTS $21.95 (on sale). Man Friend bought for me for our upcoming Six Months of Dating Day a sexy, luscious, would totally have sex with were it not an inanimate object, red purse. Unfortunately, he won't let me have it until said SMofDD which I think is TOTALLY unfair. He even said I wasn't allowed to mention the purse on here. I snort at his ignorance. He IS just a boy. Us ladyfolk realize that a find this ripe must be shared.

Pictures to follow.

I was so in love with this purse that had Man Friend NOT gone ahead and purchased it for me (along with a pair of socks), I would have been hard pressed to not purchase it on my own dime, something, that, despite my recent venture into the world of adults, would certainly be pushing my straining budget since I spent a SHIT TON of money since last was my payday. To the effect that in order to buy groceries, I was subtracting in my head the amount gas will cost me along with rent that is due WAY too soon so I wouldn't overdraw.

Just in case you didn't know, math is hard when "f*ckityf*ckf*ck" is prancing gayly (much like men when they are thinking of Jack Bauer) through your head.

Hello, payday.