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I think I've finally found THE shoes... and they're not $400 Emilio Pucci's or $300 Kate Spades. They ARE $150 Charles David's... but on mega sale. Jam.

*smiles as I shovel my breakfast of chocochipoundcake*

Hey, I'm allowed. I fit into my wedding dress now and I look fabulous.

Last night, I had a naked dream about Miley Cyrus and her dad. They were polite about my nakedness, but I awoke in a cold sweat with a jolt.


There's this chickie's blog that I check because it's hilarious... she's so... god. I don't even know how to express it. But dammit, she hasn't posted in like 2 months. I need my fix. Come on, infant-face.


I pretty much deduce all girls I dislike to "faces." There's been jerk face, horse face, man face, ass face, orange face, fugly face, china doll face, bitch face and meanface mcposerpants, and now, coined by my bff's bf, "infant face." I think it's the funniest thing in the world, because, she does kind of look like an infant in ways. Just one of those faces that sort of looks like child's botox, no expression at all. Just cheeks.

I don't HATE girls, I love them very much. In fact I try to be friends with them all; every new person I meet, I see the potential for being GREAT friends somewhere in there, and I am always gracious and friendly. China-doll face I met once. She's gorg, but paints like a whore. I was really sweet to her at our first meeting, and bam! She was a total beeotch! So I gave her a facename. All of these people I give a chance to before I give them the face. Orange face and I tried to be friends, and I kindly ignored her aura of fake-tanned orangevity, even when some of it came off on me when she hugged me once. But she ended up being super psycho, and stalked her boyfriend I barely knew, becuase she thought I was trying to steal him. I was actually trying to date one of his friends, the dude I'm marrying now. Needless to say, he dropped her like a hot potato and now he's dating my bff. I heart my incestuous little circle. Uhhh, the gossip-girlness of this is scaring me. I'm going to go back to editing this greenhouse gas document.

If I weren't me, I'd probably call myself Paleface.