going barefoot

note to self:  do NOT wear heels down town again unless i have a ride home.  while my apartment is close enough to comfortably walk to and from the bars in my converse, it is apparently way too far to walk to and from the bars in heels.  it doesn't matter how cute the shoes are, it is so not worth it.  my feet hate me with the burning passion of a thousand fiery suns right now.  and i'm pretty sure i have open sores on the bottoms of them as well, or blisters at the very least.  damn my need to feel cute tonight!  i had to actually take my shoes off half way home and just go barefoot the rest of the way because i couldn't take it anymore.  so i survived the mile there, but only about half a mile on the way back.  and i just spent the last five minutes scrubbing the shit out of the bottom of my feet to remove all the nasty sidewalk stuff that i'm sure got on them.  i don't want pin worm or e. coli or whatever the hell disease the sidewalks can give you.  and when i go out for st. patrick's day next week, i'm sticking with the converse.

the way to my heart...

...is to buy me shoes.  well, it's a little more complicated than that, but shoes will definitely give you a major advantage.  because if you hadn't picked up on it before, i freakin' love shoes.  and for some reasons, this usually surprises people when they first learn it.  i guess i don't normally come off as having a girly side, but trust me, it's there.  for example, here is a very, very brief preview of my shoe collection:

seriously, super small sample.  this doesn't show any of my converse or tennis shoes.  or the other pairs of heels that i have.  nor does it show my flip flop collection (i swear i have a pair in every color).  but these are some of my favorites.  especially the red ones and the black heels with the white ribbon.  and if any one wants to buy me these (or literally anything else from their site), or these, or these in any color, i will love you forever.  oh and in case you think i'm the only one in my family with a crazy shoe obsession, check out this:

those belong to my brother.  and he has more in the closet.  so yeah, my shoe addition really isn't all that bad.  at least they look cute on me.

happy birthday to me!

so i'm old today.  a whole twenty six years.  in order to make myself feel better about it, i bought myself two birthday gifts.  first off, the one i've been talking about for like the past month: my tattoo!  it's took a little over two hours and hurt like a bitch, but it was totally worth it. it's still a bit red and such, so the shading isn't as detailed as it will be once it heals, but here's a first picture of the final product:

there's still a lot of excess ink and such on my skin because i took this right after the wrap came off, so just kind of ignore that.  i'll post another pic in a few weeks once it heals up.  oh and for part two of my gifts to myself:

shoes!  just because i like shoes.  and they were cute.  so why the hell not.  i'm using the excuse that i needed new shoes to wear when i go out tonight, but it's mostly just because i like shoes and they look cute.  and i don't have any red shoes yet, so it works.  now if you'll excuse me, i'm going to take a nap before i drink the night away.  happy birthday to me!

puerto rican blow jobs

so i asked the guys in my guild what i should write about tonight.  big mistake on my part.  broken said to write about blow jobs.  ed said to write about puerto ricans (since he is one).  broken said to combine the two.  i told them i only knew enough about one of those topics to write about it, and i wasn't telling which one.  this lead to some more guy type discussion, and yadda yadda yadda, we concluded that life is more fun when it's kinky.  actully, i concluded that.  then some one got killed and the subject got changed.  but it got me thinking.  it's about time i did another one of these type posts, so here it is.  today we're going to talk about fetishes.  more specifically, how to use a guy's fetish to benefit yourself.

and i can walk in these things

my best example would be my ex.  once i found out that he was a leg guy and had a mild foot fetish, i was set.  it's really, really easy to convince someone with a foot fetish to buy you cute shoes.  take the shoes at left for example.  i did not pay for those.  they were pretty much something that he bought for me that was really for him, but guess who gets to keep them after the break up.  score two for me.  these are fondly referred to as the stripper shoes because the heel is five and a half inches.  and while these are typically bedroom only shoes, i have worn them out in public once.  and i was drunk.  and i didn't fall over because i'm awesome like that.  oh, and i can climb a ladder while wearing them as well.  but i digress.  aside from bedroom shoes, he did buy me some really cute safe-to-wear-in-public shoes as well.  and stockings.  lots of stockings.  some are kinda cute and have this rocker girl vibe going.  some are more on the sexy side.  either way, i still have all of those too.  but use things like this to your advantage.  there are lots of fetishes out there that can lead to you owning lots of really cute things.  and yeah, it's manipulative, but in a good way.  i mean the more shoes he bought for me, the more options he had when it came time to get freaky.

oh and as a side note, he hates foot tattoos.  thinks they look trashy.  i got mine about a month after i kicked him out.  and then i posted it as my facebook picture for a while.  kind of like a giant "fuck you" since i know he saw it.  oh and i was wearing on of his favorite pairs of heels that i own.  yeah, maybe a little on the immature side, but it made me feel better.  don't judge me.

another side note: super hard to take a picture of your own feet at this angle.  i had to become a contortionist to do so.