Eight-inch heel delight.......

[spen_lit]

My daily zen came from nothing more than talking to my best friend in New Orleans for two hours, deciding that breasts are indeed strange, and realizing while looking over my credit card statement that I have a bizarre obsession with stripper shoes. If only I would have found the ambition to purchase a deadly weapon, I'd say this was one of my better days.

I would elaborate on all of that, but somehow I don't think I have to.