My better nature almost always loses.
A Conversation with My Inner Voice
Me: Ooohh, look! DKNY T-straps!
Me: You're supposed to be Christmas shopping, Cammy. What are you even doing looking on ebay at shoes in your size?
Me: They're so pretty! They're the perfect heel height for me!
Me: No really, you've got responsibilities. Do me a favor and CLOSE YOUR FUCKING BROWSER.
Me: No one has placed a bid yet! And the auction ends in an hour!
Me: DO NOT CLICK THE BID BUTTON DO NOT --
Me: Oops, I clicked by accident, I swear.
Me: For God's sake. Why do I even try.
Me: Ooohh, look! DKNY T-straps!
Me: You're supposed to be Christmas shopping, Cammy. What are you even doing looking on ebay at shoes in your size?
Me: They're so pretty! They're the perfect heel height for me!
Me: No really, you've got responsibilities. Do me a favor and CLOSE YOUR FUCKING BROWSER.
Me: No one has placed a bid yet! And the auction ends in an hour!
Me: DO NOT CLICK THE BID BUTTON DO NOT --
Me: Oops, I clicked by accident, I swear.
Me: For God's sake. Why do I even try.

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Are you going to make them, for true? Because I demand pictures, if you make them.
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My childhood BFF and I used to play around in our kitchens all the time! I think the thing we got in the most trouble for was in middle school: we made ordinary brownies, and then rolled them into turd shapes and left them on a plate on the counter. Can you believe we got in trouble for that? Whatever, man.
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Also, I kind of want to see a picture of those boots. Or did you post one and I missed it somehow?
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