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SHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOES

sabrina — Fri, 15 Aug 2008 21:50:32 +0000

i am a good girl. i have a clothing budget and i try to stick to it. sometimes i fail but this month i have not yet failed. and i wanted SHOES. pretty, pretty shoeses. so i went shoe shopping on zappos.com (who have never let me down in the arena of online shoe shopping). and i found a pair of shoes i loved and that i wanted to take home and pet and call them george and they were so cute and so wonderful and i loved them and i wanted them and i decided to go ahead and buy them and that is why in the two days i took to check over my budget and make sure i really wanted them they sold out.

are they not super fantastic?

and so i decided that i was not going to give up. i searched piperlime and nordstrom and macy’s and all of them had them but not in my size. and i grew despairing and wailed with impotent rage, until i found that … amazon apparently sells shoes. (seriously, who knew.) and they had my size! and they will arrive at chez niqui on tuesday!

SHOES SHOES HAPPY HAPPY PRETTY SHOES DAY TO ME!!!! SHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOESSSSSSSSSS!
*beams*

a beauty must-have!

sabrina — Tue, 02 Jan 2007 02:02:44 +0000

“Redeems you in his eyes and takes the edge off sinning.”

dude. I WANT ONE!

(even if i do have the daleks from the new series shrieking “BLAS-PHE-MY! BLAS-PHE-MY!” in my head, now. i’m still flat on my ass with laughter. i am so going to hell.)

Shirt, Redux.

sabrina — Wed, 22 Sep 2004 22:32:00 +0000

i consulted my impartial third-party fashionistas piratedan and rose_kennedy on the shirt issue. it was agreed that changing shirts was the right decision. the shirt shall be revisted in ten pounds.

now, the real question: will dan kill me slowly or quickly for calling him a ‘fashionista’?

fashion sucks.

sabrina — Wed, 22 Sep 2004 17:03:00 +0000

so i wore a cute shirt to work today. accompanying the cute shirt were cute shoes and matching earrings and actual, honest-to-god eye makeup. (that is, for the record, your cue to go ‘my god! what is the matter with sabrina?!’ lip gloss is one thing, it’s practically expected. but eyeshadow? that’s just weird.)

this, naturally, meant that by the time i was on the bus on the way in to work i was reconsidering whether or not i should have worn the shirt, and shortly after my arrival in the office i changed into my pirate dan-authored “sketchy old men” t-shirt, which now i feel a little bad about actually wearing in the office because, after all, this is where the sketchy old man in question is…

and of course this made me feel like an idiot because i’m wearing this scruffy t-shirt with mary janes and eyeshadow, not to mention there’s no blue on the shirt anywhere to go with my earrings.

and now that i’m writing this, i’m feeling sufficiently substandard that what i really want to do is run over to the campus bookstore, buy a big ol’ 2XL grey Chicago t-shirt, and hide in it all day, which is sort of sad because i started out today feeling kind of happy, goofy, and cute.

maybe i’ll put the original shirt back on.

delighted!

sabrina — Tue, 31 Aug 2004 00:01:00 +0000

how pleased am i to get a comment, after emailing someone for new hair stylist advice — someone that i personally think is always very cute and trendily well-groomed, not to mention self-possessed and confident — that “You have more style than I do”?

very, very pleased indeed. i don’t agree (faded t-shirts and jeans are comfy and well-suited for crawling around datacenters, but they do not get featured in vogue very often), but i am delighted nonetheless. we love patty, we love patty, we love patty!

which segues gleefully but neatly into today’s dilemma, which is: if i am going to spend some money, do i go to a good salon — because i want something new and interesting done with my hair, and maybe a facial or something; i’m feeling frisky — or do i go out and go clothes shopping?

i was leaning towards shopping for a while, because clothes shopping is fun and i particularly enjoy my walking shopping trips up from my place to water tower and back, but otoh, badly in need of different-slash-better hair. and the hair situation (blonde grown out by about four inches because i promised mesaret i’d stop fucking with it; blue and red fading; length that uncomfortable stage between ‘needs a haircut’ and ‘is obviously growing it out because otherwise there’s just no other excuse'; condition okay but could use some assistance) has been bugging me for several weeks now. and also, if i’m successful at losing any weight, it seems stupid to buy stuff i’ll just end up donating to the brown elephant in six months.