This is mighty disturbing. Especially when he dances. I didn't finish watching because Eugene scolded me for expressing excessive interest in the embarassingly obscene. But on the plus side, it's a love story. He lost more than five times my body weight since falling in love. Kudos to him!
Today is not suited for work. Most of my energy was drained from dragging my lazy arse out of bed and the rest spent on waddling to work in a semi-broken heel.
I was so pissed off that when changing trains at Town Hall I headed for Nine West in QVB determined to buy the most expensive pair of stilettos. Halfway up the steps I came to my senses and realised that this would look pretty shoddy on my record of daily spendings. And shops weren't yet open, but that's hardly the point.
Bought a little bottle of nail glue and stuck the wobbling heel back onto the sole. Nail glue because I've had much experience firmly sticking my fingers together while trying to apply french fakes. I'm feeling supergirl.
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