Enercell Was a Boy From School

I've been so inconsistent. Need to stop...

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I literally spent a plane ticket to Chicago and back worth amount of money this Tuesday. I almost want to kill myself. I guess the only way I can relieve myself of this guilt is if I work everyday, for eight hours a day. I don't have to, but the guilt is very hard on me. In fact - taking a hiatus from boozing sounds like a great plan to save money. Day 2 of no smoking.

This could be a better entry if I tried.

All this guilt could only be rid of in one way. Actually 2 ways. The first is sexy time with a sexy guy, but due to those changes I'm not allowed to give away the milk for free. Why can't hombres have more restrictions. Seriously! Gals are not allowed to give away the milk, but guys can have non-committed sex because "I'm a man with needs". WTH?! Okay. Back to the issue: I can't have sexy time until it's semi-serious, so guys don't get the wrong impression. And I'm trying to stop the vibe uses, cause I don't want Lana to get accustomed to only that way of orgasmic bliss. Trust me, it's a habit that she shouldn't fall on consistently. It would be very hard to break.

The second is emotional shopping which I haven't done since that very distressing break-up however many years ago that was. Yes people, years. Reality check: being in a relationship isn't the most important thing in life. If it was I would have rebounded a month right after. Back to the issue (didn't take adderall today): I did some damage and am promising myself to return the items. If they don't fit.

Now do you understand why I plan on working everyday. And Texas isn't that far away anymore.



Dirty Laundry Taylor Boots. Look way better than this photo. Trust me, I have an eye for these things. And they're vegan friendly.



Raincoat for Mister Miles. You wont believe how soaked he gets being near the ground and all.
Diba Pilot Cowboy boots. They honestly do not look like cheesy cowboy boots which is why I needed to have them. Well not needed, wanted. I can already see myself using them with all my short dresses/skirts.

Got great reviews in about three different mags. Have to try it out and let you know the word on the street.


Okay, I know I went boot crazy. But they are my passion. And these Dr. Martens I have wanted since early January 2009. I wanted them in brown - sold out everywhere. Wanted them in white - sold out everywhere. Black is the only one that's left and very limited. And guess what I'm getting them before they actually sell out and hate myself. They come tomorrow and you better believe me and Miles will be in Central Park talking these out for a stroll.

OK. Now I really need to sleep. I have an awesome shoot tomorrow and need to be well rested for the clothes changing.

P.s. Yankees won - Parade starts @11am tomorrow and ends @ City Hall. Look for me. & I haven't forgotten about the social experiment!