I spy with my little eye some crazy hot pumps.  On sale now at Piperlime.com!

I've noticed that random ass titles like that get the most views and comments.  Ya'll got some serious ADD.

Yesterday I almost got hit by a car.  Seriously.  The front bumper of a souped up Acura and my legs got real close.  Super tight.  Like we went back to the 1st grade or something.  I was crossing my street (because, hello, accidents only happen super close to your house.   This is the universe's way of embarrassing the shit out of you.) while I had the light when the Batmobile wanna-be whipped around trying to make a left turn.  I stood there and gave the driver my fiercest I am a pedestrian you must yield to me (!) look.  And then, AND THEN, this douchebag lurches forward and stops short as if to threaten me!  So I did what any conscious person would do; I banged on the driver's side window and gave him the finger while shouting all sorts of flowery explicatives. 

I mean really?  Hit me.  Do it, I dare you.  I will feign so many injuries you'll have to take out a second mortgage to pay me off.  Back pain, neck pain, emotional distress.  Also, my fetus.  I could've been pregnant.  I'm not, (::knocks feverishly on wood::) but I could've been!

In totally unrelated news, earlier today I was being nosy and browsing other people's monitors at work when I saw one of my co-workers looking at the NAACP website.  ...Cool but, he was white.  o_O  Is it racist that I'm giving him the side eye for that?  I mean, what could he possibly be looking for?  Verifying how much he's not oppressed?  Searching for scholarships he can't apply to?  I am just very curious.  I like to know where everyone's head is... at.  I hate ending sentences with a preposition.  But I'll lose my street cred if I don't.  Feel me?

In closing, I bought new shoes a few weeks ago.  #Kapow.  How badass am I, though?  Feel free to discuss in the comments.




Love you moreee,

Tee

I've been eyeing these shoes for a while:



But they just won't go on sale.  a;lkjdad.  I know I'm the only one willing to wear plastic shoes for crying out loud, so what's the hold up?  Srsly.





[Images via Karmaloop]

...people who are supposed to help you, can't?  Like when you call customer service about your tempermental cell phone and the representative from Bangladesh* agrees that your phone is messed up and suggests you head to your nearest T-Mobile to get that shit checked out?  Or when you go to a store and the lady's all, are you looking for anything specific?  And you're all, yeah a [insert something incredibly simple here, like a little back dress].  And the sales lady is all, oh idk if we have that.  ??

I managed to find a dress for my homegirl's bashment.  It's a slinky number with rouching detail that hits just above the knee.  I had the perfect kind of shoe in mind to go along with it.  You know, a closed toe, T-strap, 4 inch pump, with a ruffle detail on the strap.  Like this:


Not only could I not find said shoe IRL while shopping today; no one knew what I was getting at either.  I mean, help a sister out, please.

Ah well, good ole slingback standbys it is then...


<3 always,

tee.

*Okay, I exaggerate.  I don't think T-Mobile outsources its customer service personelle.  I could care less anyway seeing as I have AT&T.  More bars in more places, bitches!
**Yeah, I know that one is technically a peep toe.  But, so what?  I would dead ass wear them tomorrow in this NYC winter.  And I dare you to look at me funny.  :P

[Images via here, here, && here]