A month passes by and you don't know why!

Time passes by so fast, it never occurred to me that time is so precious to have.
Not a day goes by that I can even remember what I did the day before. I feel like a zombie, walking among the living, barely alive but with an impeccable hunger for brains...

Yes brains. I love brains. There I said it, but only monkey brains because I hear you can marinate that shit but dont eat sheep brains because one day you could be sitting in a restaurant in Spain for lunch and order the "tapas surprise" not realizing its pickled sheep brain. Thats a true story.

Lust

I'm going to the land where beautiful shoes are created and admired by plenty. I hope to score me a pair of this lovely designer...only to have it sit in its original shoe box and wrappIngs to be taken out for admiration purposes.
I'm going to be of those girls whose shoes end up killing her. In my tiny closet full of shoes, reaching for that pair in the depths that I must wear because I'm running late, then having all the boxes come tumbling down and being stabbed and punctured by all the stiletto heels, lying in a pool of my own blood with shoes sticking into me evbrywhich way. I can see the hear Grisham now: "Accidental Death, she suffered multiple puncture wounds by 500 pairs of stiletto heels, I guess they say if the shoe fits, wear it"
I need me a better way to organize my shoes so the above doesn't happen.