Shoes.

Shoes. I crave them. Want them. Lust after them. Dream about them. Even drool over them. Shiny red round-toed pumps, towering black sandals, blue and white canvas slip-on's. Words are not enough to describe how I feel about them. I'm offically obbessed. I jsut can't seem to have enough. Now that my feet have stopped growing, I can justify buying them, to a degree... A great pair of shoes can make an outfit, maybe evena day. I feel a rush when I see a shoe department, I start to feel dizzy when I see a sign that says sale. I love them so much. Going back and reading what I've written, I know how goofy this sounds. How completely and utterly ridiculous. Like a lunatic, a crazed, shoe-seeking lunatic. But what can I say? Marylin Monroe got it wrong, diamonds are not a girl's best friend. Shoes are.