Shoes

Oct 09, 2010 22:07

Or, how I realized that I am not a stripper, much less harboring delusions of becoming stripper-like. 
Shoes!

After getting my hopes up about a store here called Erotic Cabaret, I have now decided that I will never be a stripper.  Or one of those club girls.  Maybe I should spell that "gurlz", just to show that I am all hip and stuff, despite not being a stripper.

Of all the shoes I've looked at today, the drag queens have the best ones for someone like me, someone who just wants to look cute and not die.  I need this exact pair, but I am not sure how to explain to my husband that I am now ordering shoes from the drag queen shop while still possessing all of the lovely hormones that my body was born with.  It's kind of sad that the drag queens have the best clothes, both interesting and not all-revealing.

The moral of my day is.....  To Hell with Fashion Week!

just call me grumpypants

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