Death, Jimmy Choos, and Flats are cool

When I die, I want to be buried in these Jimmy Choos. I figure if I must roam the afterlife it should be in some really hot shoes. Hey... there is no guarantee that heaven has malls!
Just look at them, all sexy, daring, with a hint of badness! Death won't seem so bad, wearing something as gorgeous like these shoes.  Whenever I start to miss my old life,  I'll look down at these beauties and smile in happiness. Yes, I know this is quite a shallow view on death, but hey I'll be dead! I can be as shallow as I want!


On to what my last few days have been like... sadly neither yesterday nor today has been a stiletto kind of day. Both days have been pretty much a flats kind of day. Boring, tedious, repetitive, and oh so bland. At the same time I was exceedingly happy that neither of these days were a repeat of Monday. La, there is something to be said for boring and bland after all. Flats can be quite relaxing, comforting in that disaster hadn't struck! Like macaroni and cheese, soothing on those days when life makes you want to huddle up on the couch, with a throw wrapped around your legs watching really cheesy episodes of your fave daytime soaps. Flats can in their moments be as cool as the sexy as hell stiletto, because in their own way, they make use feel safe. And sometime in life that's more important than the rush of excitement we feel when experiencing the danger and seductive lure of a life lived in stilettos.
Now don't get me wrong if given a choice I am of the type of personality who will always choose the stiletto. Yeah, we're back to me being shallow. It's something you should accept of me, I'm very much a shallow person. Its why I fast so much, I'm hoping my suffering will balance my shallowness!

Lets see what other shallow endeavors I may find entertaing come tomorrow.