since i am writing this i guess i am still alive. but just BARELY because it is FOUR HUNDRED THOUSAND DEGREES in new york city and i am not entirely sure that humans can survive in this heat.
i have spent the weekend standing in front of air conditioners and whining about how i am dying.
my brain is probably melted. which is why i think that um...maria shriver is wearing awesome shoes?
they are quite kindred to the comme ones that i want:
it's a bummer that they cost about $600 bones. if i had a time machine i am fairly certain i could go to 1994 and buy them at the wild pair in the garden state plaza for about 40 dollars.
PS. does anyone else hate summer wardrobes? i hate dressing for sweating. blerg.