Porn! (The shoe and bag variety - not the flesh)

You know you're too involved in pop culture when it's all you can do not to bounce up and down and yell "THANK GOD!" when you hear that Brit-Brit has finally filed for divorce from the K-Fed. I like to think it's because we've all been there at one point - the scraggly, no-good so-and-so that nobody can understand why you're with him but you know that it's because nobody really understands him and he's a good person.... and the excuses just roll on.

Anyway. I had a day off today so I spent it surfing the net for stuff and promptly bought this and this and.... oh yes... this. The only problem is that now I have to get these pair of shoes (I'd link the actual pic but because it's Java, it won't let me - look at the Peep Toe - Heavenly - Cobalt Blue)

Work has been great - I've found a friend who feels about shoes and bags the same way I do so every day is now a fashion show. I strut into work, show off a pair of shoes or handbag and then prowl off to my desk. Only problem being is that a) I have now run out of space in my cupboard for the shoes I'm buying and b) I have a stalker who is so hideous that it took me a full two weeks to deal with the knowledge that he was picturing me and touching himself.

I KNOW!

Oh god. Maybe I'm not over it.

Oh well, at least the guys at work think it's hilarious.

PS. You so need to get The Presets EP. It's all I can do not to curl into a purring bundle of goodness just listening to them - especially Girl and The Sea.