Ya know, the people in "Lost" treat wild boar waaaay too cavalierly. "Oh, look, a wild boar. I'll just scoff and turn my back on it and walk broodingly off through the jungle."
Dude. It's not a possum.
I think the relationship dissolving thing has made me more girly. Or possibly it's my buddy Carlota's influence.
Either way, I am...actually...looking at shoes.
And thinking things like "Cute!"
Now, bear in mind that I am a woman who traditionally owns exactly TWO pairs of shoes at any given time--steel-toed hiking boots for stompin', and Birkenstock sandals for...well...everything else.
And yet...I look at mules and clogs and wedges and I think "That is a cool shoe."
I am afraid.