those boots!

after much deliberation, i've come to the conclusion that it's about time i bought myself new boots! nothing like a pair of red, knee-high (okay, maybe mid-calf?) boots (with three-inch, stacked heels?) to put a smile on one's face. and let's face it, i really am in need of some kind of an upper here. i mean, did you see my last entry? talk about bordering on prozac! definitely too much angst. and i'm too old to be angsty! angst is for teens, rock stars, and woody allen. i'm 29 years old, for pete's sake! angst has no place in my life. but boots. boots will always, always have a special place in my heart. now, the real question is, who needs "f*ck-me-pumps", when you can have "f*ck-you-boots"?