Shoe Fetish Life Style

Just sayin that I'm pretty sure I would be rocking the hell out of every single pair of heels in this montage. Except the plaid ones. I don't know about you, but I absoutly hate plaid on heels, I think it looks terrible, but I'm totally open to being proven wrong,even though I strongly doubt plaid could ever rock a heel.
But the colours on these babies! The pink, the blue, the candy apple red slingbacks, and good lord that wonderful yellow - man, I tell you, if I did'nt have size 11 feet, I would have closets full of shoes. As is, it is WAY too hard to find fantastic heels for feet anywhere north of a size 9. ESPECIALLY when a woman has feet that are wide as well as long. Do not even get me started on trying to find boots that actually fit my foot.
I honestly think that shoe manufactuers think that all large footed ladies like are gold lame flats, and, while a gold lame flat has its time and place, they simply do not take the place of wicked heels on a night out. I mean really. They just don't.
I've heard alot of girls say that they cannot walk in heels to save their lives, but you know what? I call bullshit. They can walk in heels. Anyone can walk in heels, and guess what? I'm gonna tell you how. Heres the big secret. You have to, absoutly have to, walk you're the Queen of the Motherfuckin Universe, you're the shit, the coolest thing ever, sexiest woman alive, your a freakin rock star. It's all in the attitude you have. Thats all. Strut your thang, and you'll walk your heels just fine, try it and see!

Does anyone know of any good lines for plus size feet?

peace, love

New Ink

Just a tattoo that I am thinking that I am going to be getting soon, along with a tiny black heart over a birthmark beside my left breast, I'm pretty excited. I'm also considering a couple of other peircings (I already have 10, which sounds like alot, but considering that 7 of them are on my ears, it really isnt)...



What are your opinions on tattoos/peircings?

Lumberjack'n it

Well, well, well, today, a bright new day, full of possibility, full of potential for new adventures, joys and friendships.

I call bullshit.

I started my day at 3 am, when I woke in an unexplained blind panic, only to realize, that because of the howling winds outside, my power had gone out. My alarm clock, serving to wake me up an hour and a half from then, for the opening shift at work, plugs into the wall, leaving me alarm-clock-less. Scrambling around my room, for my christmas-stocking'd battery powered alarm clock in the dark, resulted in my stepping on two thumbtacks. Joy and happiness, right?
So, I find my other alarm clock, crawl back into bed, and pass out for that last blissful hour before I have to offically wake up for the day.
4:45 in the morning, and I'm woken for the second time by the ever increasing insistant beeping of my new red alarm clock. Time to get up for work.
I haul ass, pulling on my black pants, white button down, stuffing my tie in my bag, in a simple recognition that I am not yet awake enough to tie it properly. I creep upstairs, attempting stealth, so as to not wake my family too early. I eat something, and realize that I'm going to have to go coffee-less at least until I get to work, because the power STILL hasnt come back on.
Now, 5:30, and I'm leaving. I stumble blindly out to the car, without the usual friendly aide of our exterior lampost. In the car, I jet out, driving carefully, but with enough speed to get to work early enough for me to drink some coffee, and to fix my bloody tie. Five minutes into my drive, I realize that that was a ridiclous expectation.
Why, you ask, was it such a ridiclous hope? Well, let me tell you, that the road, because of the power-outing wind, was littered with branches, transforming into a winding carpet of green, camoflauging fallen trees.
About those trees. Hydro and Highways had come along earlier and chopped them up into 3 foot (or 1 metre.... I'm Canadian, but I prefer feet to metres, call me crazy) sections. They did not, however, think to remove those three foot sections from the road. This lack of foresight resulted in my stopping, getting out of my nice warm car, into the driving wind and rain, and lumberjacking those sections of log off of the road every few minutes.

Epic story to tell to tell over a shot or three with the pals? Yes.
Real-life, Early-morning bummer? Oh yes, most definitly.
Freaking Priceless? I'd like to think so...



Now, I'm back from work, having survived my 6:00-2:30 shift, a consultation for my very first tattoo, and my very first visit to Opt (my local sexual health clinic... getting the pill :), and am sitting in my room, with, HURRAY, finally, the power back on, 18 hours later, writing my first frusteration-born blog... all in all, a frusteratingly good day.

Peace and Love,

Lia