But if I stay up a little longer I'll be hungry again; and then I can drink some more too. What a fucker of a week. My word.
Good thing I have Wendy Brandes to cheer me up. Not only is she a babe, with fashion tastes both informed and adventurous, but her very existence completely absolves me of the guilt I feel when I look at the number of shoes I own. (Wish I could afford more of WB's jewelry designs, but that's not her fault). Wendy B must have a big room for her outfits, which is nothing to be ashamed of; she applies her conscience to bigger problems it would seem. My heart is warmed by the sight of her in mile-wide sailor pants, or silver sequined sneakers, or anything Versace. Thanks Wendy! Oh, by the way you can find Wendy's blog on the sidebar or catch her act on Facebook here.