Aw geez.

Doutzen Kroes

I have no shoes to post about this week.
As it's all uni uni uni.
Essay essay essay.
Piano piano piano.

And I just saw a picture of the most amazingly good looking girl that I've ever seen.
Another naturally beautiful skinny model-esque female..
As if I didn't already feel down enough on myself, the Miranda Kerr look-alikes of the world parading around only amplifies my disphoria by..oh at least ten thousand.
Not saying it's their fault for possessing such captivating features on top of their statuesque physique(s).
Like you Tallulah Morton...

..and you, mystery girl #1 and #2

and you, Frida Gustavsson.

1 gram of alcohol= 7 calories = 29kj
I can't even drink away my sorrows...

Prrreeetty Please!

I know i've already posted this on one of my many wish-lists, but i've been doing some thinking..
and i've come to the conclusion that I would actually die for these shoes.
I don't care if they're 'sooo last season,' they are amazing and they're Chloe Sevigny.

Please, anyone, someone feeling generous.... out of the goodness of your heart, buy them for me in a size 39? ..If by any chance you have a spare $600 lying around.
If thats too much of a stretch.. maybe eBay? $300? I don't care if they've been worn, I would be eternally grateful. Ybway hetway ayway.. It's my birthday on June 4th, perfect gift idea!?!!?!

I'm thinking perhaps this blog should have a purpose. And perhaps that purpose is shoes.
My obsession is unhealthy. I have an intense infatuation with shoes. And a yearning to purchase. (This is damaging.)
One cannot describe with words the sense of euphoria that overwhelms me once I have set foot inside a shoe shop.
If somebody loves me, they would buy me those shoes, and I would wear them for the rest of my life.

Oh Kaya, kaya,..kaya..kaya

Kaya Scodelario. Oh you minx, you.

I'm fine

Fine night. Fine dinner. Fine ladies. Fine company.It's all fine.
It came to my attention today that when I listen to music.. I never listen to the lyrics.
Almost never. Except this song..... Translate it, its dirty.

Dans la Mecro Benz - Benjamin Biolay

Petite princesse
Ma beauté, ma promesse
Ma petite faiblesse
Ma plus belle histoire de fesses
Dans ma mercedes
C'est de l'espoir que je caresse
Souvenir suprême de mon plus beau problème
Dans ton abdomen, tout nouveau spécimen
Joue à la crème
C'est de l'espoir que je promène

Mon amour hélas
Le temps passe…

Petite princesse
C'est pas l'heure de la grand-messe
Charmante hôtesse
Qu'as-tu fait de ta jeunesse?
Dans la Merco Benz
C'est de l'espoir que je caresse

Petite connasse
Pourquoi tu fais ta radasse
Petite pétasse
Qui montre rien en surface
Qui veut qu'on l'embrasse encore
L'embrasse encore

Mon amour hélas
Le temps passe…

Watch and listen here, You know you want to..