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I got a ridiculous amount of things done this weekend, and while I like feeling productive, the feeling is relatively limited since everything accomplished was related to personal health, beauty, or hygiene in some way.  Hair cut and coloured (you can't tell but I spent 2 and a half hours having it foiled.  Foiling is the delicate process whereby your stylist sandwiches pieces of your hair in between the popular food storage product to hightlight it and you sit for two and a half hours under a 60's Star Trek era dryer), pedicure (foisting your ugly feet onto delicate Asian women while sitting in a massage chair called, I kid you not, 'The Hummer'), eyebrow wax (tolerable, acceptable pain).  When you let all these things pile up you've got to get them done in one day otherwise you loose the momentum and get so distracted by one or the other.

I followed this up (the next day) with some serious shoe shopping and the acquisition of some expensive eyeliner/shadow/lipgloss.  Now I can finally be hip.

I learned a lot about shoes in the time I spent at the store.  Apparently, the new style is no longer the pointed toe that was adequate for looking like you were going to stab a foe in the shin or shank a bitch, now it is the new abbreviated toe that looks like you have recently been amputated (40's style!) combined with the always uncomfortable stick thin heel.  You've got to break the shoe in just as much as you've got to break YOURSELF in to the shoe--you know, cell memory, contortion, all that.

 That style is what I am sporting today because, well, no pain no gain, and I've been wearing the samn damn pair of black heels for nearly a year and they're falling apart.  I figured a new pair of shoes would help improve my poise and grace but I'm pretty sure they're just causing me to lurch around. 

I finally took them off while everyone is at lunch and no one is around.  I hate people who dont' wear shoes in public places.  It's so weird and gross, pedicure aside. 

Alright, lunchie munchies.  Time for my desert island fave.