Monday, February 02, 2009
Tell me I fought for the wrong things
Last year I saw a pair of the most perfect gorgeous gold ankle boots at Politix. Too bad for me they were a thousand dollars. So I still just fantasize about it. This outfit has been stuck in my head everytime I am running on the treadmill, listening to "Lieutenant" by the Happy Hollows, which I highly recommend. But the title of this blog is actually a line from Correatown's "I Tell Myself", which is another lovely song that fits my blue mood right now. I'm trying to get back on track. My weekend was great and I am excited about something.