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My feet are killing me and my stomach has been filled to the brim with grease and cheese.
I wore heels for the first time today-- I figured I could handle four hours at Osterman's-- what a mistake. I am in love with my new shoes; however, the black pointy-toe high-heels that my mother bought for me Wednesday have a 3-4 inch heel. For anyone who has worn heels before, you probably understand that this is not the best way to break into a heel wearing regime. My outfit today was cute. The women that came in, and the ladies that I work with, were very intrigued by my garb; a button down, puffy shoulder, white short-sleeved blouse tucked into a red pencil skirt, a thick(er) black belt, black tights, and my black stilettos. I was proud of myself. Maybe tomorrow I will recreate it and take a picture so I can show off my keen sense of fashion. ::rolls eyes::
After work I went to Melinda's house where she and Laura gushed over my outfit some more and we went to Steak-n-Shake because Ben, Melinda's younger brother, was working. Ben, who has had no training as being a waiter, waited on the three of us tonight per our request (or demand if the words are spewing from Melinda's unfiltered mouth). The food was filling. I feel that is the best way to describe it, filling. Laura and Melinda thought that walking around Wal-Mart afterwards would be a wonderful idea since we had time to kill before we had to pick up Ben and there was no sense in leaving the area just to return a short while later. It's a good thing that we didn't find the knife isle; I was tempted to chop off my feet. Damn those shoes for being so good looking.
While back in the Steak-n-Shake parking lot, waiting on little Ben, Melinda, being her lovely and popular self, received a phone call and opted to leave the vehicle to talk. Laura climbs over the center counsel and into the drivers seat; she turns on the car, puts it in reverse, and Laura and I speed away. We had just stolen Melinda's car. I looked back as we sped down the street to see a still and dumbfounded Melinda. We laughed as I mooned three construction workers while trying to climb into the passengers seat; everyone deserves a freebie every now and again, right? Laura and I cruised the Oakwood area for a pretty decent amount of time; we really wanted Melinda to sweat it out, to make her think that maybe, just maybe we weren't going to come back. We are horrible friends. After a series of twenty-seven turns, twelve stop-lights, and seven stop signs, we decided to head back to Steak-n-Shake and return the stolen property. Upon arriving back at the Hershey's household Melinda gave me my belated birthday present; The Contemporary Dictionary of Sexual Euphemisms. I am really excited to read it.
Something is very loud in my house. This should not be: it is 1:15 am. I may go bust open some skulls.
I wore heels for the first time today-- I figured I could handle four hours at Osterman's-- what a mistake. I am in love with my new shoes; however, the black pointy-toe high-heels that my mother bought for me Wednesday have a 3-4 inch heel. For anyone who has worn heels before, you probably understand that this is not the best way to break into a heel wearing regime. My outfit today was cute. The women that came in, and the ladies that I work with, were very intrigued by my garb; a button down, puffy shoulder, white short-sleeved blouse tucked into a red pencil skirt, a thick(er) black belt, black tights, and my black stilettos. I was proud of myself. Maybe tomorrow I will recreate it and take a picture so I can show off my keen sense of fashion. ::rolls eyes::
After work I went to Melinda's house where she and Laura gushed over my outfit some more and we went to Steak-n-Shake because Ben, Melinda's younger brother, was working. Ben, who has had no training as being a waiter, waited on the three of us tonight per our request (or demand if the words are spewing from Melinda's unfiltered mouth). The food was filling. I feel that is the best way to describe it, filling. Laura and Melinda thought that walking around Wal-Mart afterwards would be a wonderful idea since we had time to kill before we had to pick up Ben and there was no sense in leaving the area just to return a short while later. It's a good thing that we didn't find the knife isle; I was tempted to chop off my feet. Damn those shoes for being so good looking.
While back in the Steak-n-Shake parking lot, waiting on little Ben, Melinda, being her lovely and popular self, received a phone call and opted to leave the vehicle to talk. Laura climbs over the center counsel and into the drivers seat; she turns on the car, puts it in reverse, and Laura and I speed away. We had just stolen Melinda's car. I looked back as we sped down the street to see a still and dumbfounded Melinda. We laughed as I mooned three construction workers while trying to climb into the passengers seat; everyone deserves a freebie every now and again, right? Laura and I cruised the Oakwood area for a pretty decent amount of time; we really wanted Melinda to sweat it out, to make her think that maybe, just maybe we weren't going to come back. We are horrible friends. After a series of twenty-seven turns, twelve stop-lights, and seven stop signs, we decided to head back to Steak-n-Shake and return the stolen property. Upon arriving back at the Hershey's household Melinda gave me my belated birthday present; The Contemporary Dictionary of Sexual Euphemisms. I am really excited to read it.
Something is very loud in my house. This should not be: it is 1:15 am. I may go bust open some skulls.