bootacular!

gah, but it does feel good to be back in boots. after several weeks where it's just been too damn hot to consider wearing anything that even vaguely resembles a full shoe, much less a boot, i'm back in the go-go boots of love. boots of blackness. boots of badass. emma peel boots. these boots are made for walking, and damn, does it feel really quite nice. what can i say? i'm a boot girl. i don't feel fully in the zone unless my legs are encased to the knees in leather (that's right!). boots help me remain in touch with my inner eleven pounds of badass.

hee.

mmph.

anarchy day. i love anarchy days. particularly when i've only gotten four hours of sleep the night before (oh yeah, i went to see the letdowns last night at the luna lounge. it was a late schoolnight for miss shivery. totally worth it.) so, i'm a sleepy monkey. a sleepy monkey that wants peanut butter. a sleepy monkey with twenty two dollars to her name until payday, who is really debating whether or not she can actually justify buying peanut butter before that time.

that's it. i have to take over the world. this hand-to-mouth bullshit just isn't doing it for me anymore.

viva la revolution!