Whoever is designing these shoes... I hope you die a slow, painful death at the hands of your own torture devices. And I can think of a million and one ways to use these things as torture devices, let me assure you.
After two days in the wonderfully cute black heels that I thought fit so well I am damn near in tears at even the thought of having to wear shoes. By lunch my toes were literally bleeding.
At the expense of a paper due tomorrow I am desperately trying on every shoe I can find in the house to see if I can get my toes in anything without crying. I'm not having much luck...
With no less than 5 band-aids on my feet, and one injury left uncovered, can I call in sick because I can't walk?
Posted by Princess Cat at October 4, 2005 11:30 PM @ 11:30 PM in All Things Evil // Permalink | TrackBack... I'll send you a light duty chit.. sneakers for a week, Cat....
Posted by: Eric at October 5, 2005 08:26 AM