Last night I dreamt that I was in cafe sipping coffee on my own. I sat there alone watching people coming and going away. None of them seem familiar to me. Until a man came and pulled a chair and sat down next to me. He lit my cigarette. (Apparently, I'm a smoker) He told me how beautiful I am. Than he complimented on my shoes. I look down and realise that I was wearing this gloriously beautiful pink shoes. And when I look at him again, I realise that I do recognize him. Its Big, from Sex and the City. And bitches, I am Carrie Bradshaw.
Okay so the only thing that dream proved is that I should stop watching SATC back episodes on DVD before going to sleep. Also I need to get a life. But in that dream, I also found my destiny. My destiny is to own a pair of glorious beautiful pink shoes. It came to me in a SATC dream. SATC dream.
Jimmy Choos Lumiere Patent Sandal.
This is it. The pink shoes. Can you hear that? No, hush...listen. It's calling my name. Its saying "Come CD, come and get me. We belong together. You and I. You complete me" .......Such gentle declaration of love that I have never heard before. I must have it. I must. Nothing stands in between me and my des-ti-ny.
Of course it has to be Jimmy Choos. Like I can afford it. Bastard is Malaysian and yet I cannot afford his stuff. But there you go. The pink shoes of my destiny. So Ladies and Gay Men alike, any ideas where to get the knock off version of that? I need them. It is my destiny and I intend to fulfill it. Which is just bullshit talk of I-want-to-go-shopping-so-I-come-up-with-some-melodramatic-crap-like this. Either way, pink shoes.