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Violence, shoes, and a word from La Reina

Violence surrounds us!

Yeah, that's right...it's Monday night again, and you all know what that means--The Black Donnellys. I'm watching it as we speak. And last night...I watched Kill Bill Vol. 1 AND 2.

It's everywhere these days. Parents bitch about overexposure to their kids, YAs (Young Adults...I will be referring to them regularly) laugh about it and discuss it amongst friends the next day, and guys just eat it up--what kind of self-respecting dude doesn't love violence?

But I'm getting ahead of myself here. I am not a guy, nor do I know any well enough (besides Dad). Is it a bit weird to be a girl that is totally in love with this kind of TV/Movie crap? Sure, I'm a sap for those romantic comedies, where boy gets girl, boy loses girl, boy wins girl over, but too many of them can be fatal (just like that recalled pet food that my uncle now calls Final Feast.) I even asked my dad the other day if he would teach me how to throw a decent punch (without breaking my hand)!!
Did I mention The Queen got new shoes from her MAMA?!? And yes, my Mama has pretty damn good taste...


I'm planning on wearing them with those straight leg jeans that I showed you on my other blog (YEAH, I'm actually gonna wear 'em!) with this dark green tunic shirt and a black cami. I have earring that match the shirt as well.

I can't wear the outfit yet though, because I have this ugly disfiguring blemish (for lack of nicer term) on my chest and that would be oh-so tacky to wear a low cut shirt with a huge red...bump above my heart. Oh yeah. SO sexy.
Tomorrow, however, I think I might wear those adorable black and white wedges (yeah, you know what I'm talking about) with my black Learner shirt and a white undershirt. I was being a bit anal after I first got the shoes, running to my sister for style advice. With time, I've realized...I can handle this! It's not that hard to look cute. Hopefully this time those adorable shoes won't pull a fast one on me and give me such painful blisters.

Jumping back very briefly to our first topic--violence. Sure, on TV it looks cool. But I'll be the first to tell ya, it's messy. Now, I'm not speaking from experience, but I do know that you can't just wack off a guy and expect no one to come looking for you. That's the brilliance of TV and/or movie. As a word from the wise (and ever reigning!) don't go looking for trouble. It tends to...build upon itself.

Stay safe, kids!

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Steph said…
your shoes are prettttty! =] and just so you know... you sound like a freaking counselor telling me that I've progressed from psychotic suicial psychopath to psychotic freak. =D but hey I like comments. And you're an awesome friend so I'll let it slide. =] kk bye
March 27, 2007 at 12:44:00 AM EDT
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