Sunday, 15 July 2007 | 6:42 pm
Music: "But Tonight We Dance" - Rise Against
Feeling: Bitchy
What do you do when you're angry? You hold tears in your eyes because you're just too tired to commit things unimaginable. At least, not in public where people's lives are threatened.
What do you care about other people?
You hate them more on that day alone because the size of their feet are way different from yours. What does that mean then? You won't be able to dress your feet with a pair of heels that you like just because they are available in small, tiny, weeny size similar to that of a freaking pixie fairy?
You blame the designers, too. Intelligent in designing but downright moronic when it comes to sizes.
You feel like driving the heel of the shoe right through the salesgirl's skull when she comes back with a fake smile and say, "sorry, we're out of stock", or "sorry, we don't have that size". It is even more tempting to you when she speaks broken English.
You'd go, "it's a miracle you are even employed here." But that if you were evil, which you aren't. No matter how agitated you are, you wouldn't say such things to such people. That's just plain mean.
You need a pair of heels but your patience is running thin.
Where is the pair of that goddamn perfect heels, anyway?