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18 November 2007 @ 08:37 pm
I blame Sarah Jane Smith  

I'm not a shopper. I'm not a girl who likes buying things for herself. More to the point, I hate clothes shopping with a fiery passion and I really, really don't understand the whole 'shoe' thing.

That being said, I want these. A lot. And I think I want them in brown, which is weird since I'm so very much a 'black 'cause it's easy and I can't be bothered' type of person.

But... holidays are coming, so I really can't spend that money on myself. I could ask for them for my birthday/Christmas, but I know I really need practical things like socks and undies and sports bras* and a new stock pot, or better still an enameled cast iron dutch oven - excellent quality only, thanks (see? I'll go for quality in cook-ware; just not Kelly-wear).

fmeh. I suck at being a girl.

Advise me, flist. Tell me I'm right to balk at spending that kind of money (which is, admittedly, not unreasonable for a good pair of boots). Tell me I'm an idiot. Bad at Girl-ness? Good at Fan-Girlness? (since I was inspired by a Doctor Who character to even seek out these boots). Or just reply with something random or distracting or happy or interesting or adorable . That's good, too.

*what with the whole kickboxing-instructor thing
I feel: grumpydisgruntled
Kel: look back at meladyjoust on November 19th, 2007 03:59 am (UTC)
I &hearts you!

If I had the money to hand, I totally would. Stoopid mortgage. Stoopid needing work on Moya's transmission.

And I would wear them forever. I have a sweater I've had for fourteen years - seriously! - that I just noticed was starting to develop a hole in the arm seam. Am v. cross.

Maybe I should take up a collection. "Are there sixty three people that would donate two dollars each to the incredibly pathetic and blisteringly fashion-impaired Kelly K?"

yeesh. I could not be more lame.

Ea Quae Legiteaquaelegit on November 19th, 2007 04:30 am (UTC)
I heard of a guy once who financed his university education by asking the local radio station if they'd broadcast a request from him. He asked anyone listening to send him a penny for school.

Of course, some people sent more, and the story got picked up and spread around so even more people were sending him money, and in the end, he could pay for school.

I've always wished I were so gutsy.