In true Iby fashion, my sulk of late has resulted in me buying lots and lots of things that I don't need.

Can someone please explain to me that when I work, it isn't so that I can then spend my money while on the way home? Yesterday, after work, I spent $111 dollars en route. Today, $49.

I've already decided that I NEED NEW SHOES! This is a national emergency! Heck, this is an INTERNATIONAL emergency. I have nothing to put on my feet. *sulks* Ok, I have lots of things to put on my feet. I don't have any boots though. Ok, I have three pairs of boots, but they're all looking a little shabby. I want some tall ones, with buckles. I want another pair of ankle boots too.

dave7, if you tease me I'll...I don't know. Something. Please don't think that I've forgotten the download either. I am eternally grateful!

Traffic Light Party tomorrow night, then a pool party the next night. What have I done to deserve this? It's too fracking cold for a pool party, people! I don't want to go as much as I want the new episode of Doctor Who to be on this weekend. *shakes fist angrily at Eurovision* Still, I can't afford to alienate my friends anymore.

SHOES! SHOES! NEED SHOES!

Also Thanks to the folks who commented on my last post. You cheered me right up. *huggles*

You know what I love about Billie Piper? She's not afraid to take her heels off at award shows and let her pant legs pool around her ankles. Last week, I walked the entire stretch of Bourke street, from Spencer to Spring, in stockings, clutching my shoes.

I want the shoes, the figure and the man, and no, none of that is negotiable, thankyouverymuchpleasecomeagain.



I don't know why, because she's married and he's seeing someone, but Billie and David are so cute around each other that I always want him to push her up against a wall and snog the living daylights out of her. Is that weird?



News flash, folks. Stilettos hurt.

They're like alcohol though; you say you'll never go near them again, but there you are the next night...

Seriously though, people! I need new shoes! Argh, it is a sickness! It really is. I must have new boots, must, must, must!

Sigh..sorry, I don't think I've had enough sleep. Today's silly post was brought to you by the cricket, from which I only returned home twenty minutes ago.

The wind was so strong and cold, especially sitting up high in the stadium. I wore a skirt, four layers (two shirts, a cardigan and a coat), a blanket and three, count them, three pairs of stockings. I tell you, by the time I finished getting those on and off for the loo, my arms were extremely tired.