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Yesterday started off well, but took a turn for the worse.
After work I went to the Galleria Mall here in Dallas to look for a dressy/casual shoe for work. The weather has been hot and I wanted to wear shorts but I am can't wear my leather boots; so I decided that I had to go shopping. The mall looked really unimpressive from the outside, but was one of the better malls I have been to. Versace, Louis Vuitton, BCBG, Neiman Marcus...all the stores that I can never afford where there. When you get to the center there is an ice skating rink ... how cool is that? Anyway. After browsing for a bit I finally saw a store with a pair of shoes that look good. That store was Kenneth Cole. I found a pair of these cool shoes (picture below) and I knew I had to by them.
They cost $100, but I had a $50 gift card from Bank of America for opening up a new account and a coupon for $10 off. So I made out like a bandit. This is my second pair of Kenneth Cole's, and I think I will be adding more or to the collection ... someday.
Later that evening, while searching through the boxes from the move for my (Kenneth Cole) water-proofing spray, I heard something rattle. I realized that it was one of my mugs that I packed away in newspaper. Before I opened it I felt the handle had broken off, and I just hoped that it wasn't my favourite. I removed the paper and saw that my Chuck E. Cheese's mug was now missing a handle.
After discovering this, I began getting upset ... which led to me crying. I received this mug when I was 8 years-old during my birthday part at Chuck E. Cheese which I have always kept with me. "Why I am I crying? It is just a stupid mug.", I said to myself. I am still not sure why. Maybe it has it just was a reminder of a time where everything seemed perfect. At this time my mom and dad were still together; I thought my older brother was the coolest brother, ever; and most of my extended family and close friend were there to celebrate with me. Things are just different now. After a few minutes, I was ablet collect myself. I clearly have issues if a broken mug causes tears, but I partly blame the series finale of "Six Feet Under" because it was depressing, yet heart-warming at the time [Damn you Claire for finally realizing the importance of your mother. And damn you Ruth for finally accepting Claire for who she is.]. I am not going to get deep into my psychotic episode in an online blog, because there are underlying issues that has to be examined and I rather no t discuss them here. But since my last boyfriend, I didn't know I was so attached to an inanimate object [cue rimshot].
After work I went to the Galleria Mall here in Dallas to look for a dressy/casual shoe for work. The weather has been hot and I wanted to wear shorts but I am can't wear my leather boots; so I decided that I had to go shopping. The mall looked really unimpressive from the outside, but was one of the better malls I have been to. Versace, Louis Vuitton, BCBG, Neiman Marcus...all the stores that I can never afford where there. When you get to the center there is an ice skating rink ... how cool is that? Anyway. After browsing for a bit I finally saw a store with a pair of shoes that look good. That store was Kenneth Cole. I found a pair of these cool shoes (picture below) and I knew I had to by them.
They cost $100, but I had a $50 gift card from Bank of America for opening up a new account and a coupon for $10 off. So I made out like a bandit. This is my second pair of Kenneth Cole's, and I think I will be adding more or to the collection ... someday.
Later that evening, while searching through the boxes from the move for my (Kenneth Cole) water-proofing spray, I heard something rattle. I realized that it was one of my mugs that I packed away in newspaper. Before I opened it I felt the handle had broken off, and I just hoped that it wasn't my favourite. I removed the paper and saw that my Chuck E. Cheese's mug was now missing a handle.
After discovering this, I began getting upset ... which led to me crying. I received this mug when I was 8 years-old during my birthday part at Chuck E. Cheese which I have always kept with me. "Why I am I crying? It is just a stupid mug.", I said to myself. I am still not sure why. Maybe it has it just was a reminder of a time where everything seemed perfect. At this time my mom and dad were still together; I thought my older brother was the coolest brother, ever; and most of my extended family and close friend were there to celebrate with me. Things are just different now. After a few minutes, I was ablet collect myself. I clearly have issues if a broken mug causes tears, but I partly blame the series finale of "Six Feet Under" because it was depressing, yet heart-warming at the time [Damn you Claire for finally realizing the importance of your mother. And damn you Ruth for finally accepting Claire for who she is.]. I am not going to get deep into my psychotic episode in an online blog, because there are underlying issues that has to be examined and I rather no t discuss them here. But since my last boyfriend, I didn't know I was so attached to an inanimate object [cue rimshot].
2 Comments:
Are those sneakers or shoes? With Kenneth Cole I never know.
By SuperBlu, at 12:10 PM
Love the shoes :)
so soorrry about the cup...
take care
By kaira, at 7:07 PM
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