I went shopping for new shoes today. I found a pair of beautiful shoes, roman sandal types that I've wanted since I was 17 or so and my last pair wore out. No, seriously, there's an entry or two in this LJ lamenting the fact that I couldn't find shoes like those ones. The style is called 'Cleopatra' and they look FUCKING AWESOME with...
CALLOTS! I bought a beautiful pair of pants that look RIGHT out of the twenties! Baggy, flared, COMFY and stylish! :D All I need is an elegant blouse and I'm THERE, fuckers! Style CENTRAL. The country STYLE-ANIA!
My boyfriend bought me nail polish. He's an enabler. And enabler in my terrible, terrible nail polish habit.
THE FIRST STEP IN SOLVING A PROBLEM IS ADMITTING YOU HAVE ONE.
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I HAVE A NAIL POLISH PROBLEM.
Sixty-five bottles, people. Sixty-five. Or... no sorry. 67. It's enough, anyway.
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I want to try to hit 100 by 2009. I'm sad, I know.
Oh, and Paul and I went to EB Games and spazzed over a new Dick Smiths in Perth... we're such geeks. He was playing Spore and I was on his lap as he was doing so and he asked, "Is this getting boring for you?"
"...Honey, I"m a cool girlfriend. I LIKE watching you play Spore."
Oh, and this is fun, this is total fun. It involves bowels though, so you might not want to read.
( WASABI! )Yeah, I'm not a fan of seriously spicy food. :(
My man was just passed out in front of the fire like a giant cat. Was funny. Hehehhe. Must remind self to buy Rogue a proper birthday present this week!