Under the Arch

...and no...I saved the picture upright but for some reason it won't load that way. This is the state of my heels. I found these giant-ass bandaids in the first-aid kit at work. For some reason, every pair of shoes I've worn lately have torn the fuck out of my heels. It's not pretty; blood and blisters. With riding the metro, I walk too much for that to fly. My chucks have to be replaced, which makes me want to cry. I have completely worn out the heels of them and even with socks, they tear up my feet. I think I might but two pair, another black one and maybe red, or green, I haven't decided. Speaking of shoes, my black heels, the go to shoe for every girl, have fallen apart, too. I have a wedding to attend next weekend, so heels are a must. I'm going to try Sarah Jessica Parker's new line, Bitten, this afternoon and see if I can find some that I can't live without.
I was going to work on a homework assignment this afternoon, and instead I'm blogging, so I'll sign off for now.