The boots.

I found a pair of boots that have needled their way so far into my brain that I'm starting to go (even more) bonkers!  I first saw these delightful and fun boots at Style Sense.  Totally cool, totally reasonably priced, and we fell in love.  Sadly, my size was unavailable.  They are made by a company that I LOVE:  Irregular Choice.   So why am I telling you about these boots?  Well, not only are they great looking, but they are getting me to exercise more.  I was all over a couple of different cities today looking for these damn boots.  I wanted to hit as many stores as possible, so I legged it as quickly as I could.  Too funny.  What's that?  You want to see the boots?  Okay :)

In other news, I jogged today.  I know, it seems strange, but I really did it!  For the first time in my life, I felt like I finally knew how to use my legs.  No shit.  I don't know whether it was because I was jogging in the forest, or whether I was just in really good spirits, but I felt like I was bounding through the wooded mania!  A really cute guy was jogging towards me at one point (I was huffing and puffing) and smiled.  He almost looked mischevious.  As it turns out, when I jog my nipples go hard.  Yeah, you read that right.  My boobs might as well have had flashing lights on the ends of them.  At some point I may need to invest in some proper workout gear.

My birthday is quickly approaching!  I wonder if I'll get zapped into space by aliens?  See this year the dates and time of my birthday are unique:  10/10/10, born at 10:10.  Srsly.  I'm going to have to make sure to look divine on that day, just in case I find myself on a trip to Gliese 581g.  Hmm, in looking up the name of the planet, I've just fueled my conspiracy theory fire; it's location is in the constellation libra... my astrological sign.  (hand quickly covers mouth and muffles a quick shriek of air intake)

Food intake has been good, albeit still likely not enough.  With the communists on their way down (euphemism) I have been really hungry and wanting of chocolate.  Last night I indulged in a decadent as fuck chocolate mousse and by the gods it was worth every single fucking calorie (300).  Husband wolfed his, but not I, no, not I.  I savoured mine.  

What a gal posting, eh?  Boots, boys, chocolate, and talk of surfing the crimson wave.  Don't want to mess with perfection.

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