Ghetto Mall

Today, I was bored and in need of new shoes for work. Rather than go through the labyrinth of bus schedules to get to a decent shopping center with a Payless Shoes, I went to the Ghetto Mall downtown. I swear, this mall is exactly what Chris Rock talked about in his "black mall/white mall" bit. Plenty of shops to get baby clothes - and tennis shoes.

Anyways, I did get my work shoes - and even looked for a pair of pretty much useless fuck-me pumps. You know, anything with an impossibly high stilletto heel. The only pair that qualified pinched my toes - which is not cool at all. So I ended up with a pair of 4 inch high wedge shoes that look slutty, but are dressy enough that I could wear them to Christmas parties.

Then, I went to the only department store in the mall - Famous Barr - which unfortunately, is on a downward spiral into being closed permanently. Couldn't find anything in terms of clothing - except for really crappy stuff, some of it stained by ignorant people that don't care that they smudge foundation or lipstick on a dress or sweater. Ewwwwww. Not that I was really looking for clothes anyways. My main objective was to find pantyhose - and I did succeed.

No "ass tourniquet" pantyhose for me, that's for sure! Oh no, I did even better, and found thigh-high stockings that actually go up my thighs the way they should. :) I am a very, very happy girl. I just wonder if the backseam hose are going to fit right. Maybe I should find out this evening....

{Edited a few times because I kin spel purfektlee.}

Think of all the fun I've missed ...

well, I know of another CD I won't be taking to the office - if only because my singing along with Art Alexakis on "Santa Baby" won't go over very well with co-workers. :)

I know, everyone and their mother (well, okay, maybe not *that many* people) seem to be a bit hopped up on the idea that Jewish musicians should be singing Hanukkah-themed songs. Yeah, great idea in theory, but how many versions of the "Dreidel Song" and Adam Sandler's "Chanukah Song" can we tolerate hearing?

With that out of the way, I propose that the next holiday show BNL does, they should get Steve singing "Santa Baby". Admit it, you'd love to see him strutting around the stage, indulging his inner über-diva while singing that Eartha Kitt classic. Okay, so it's just me. And it's just me that would like to see him doing it in a green velvet holiday dress, too, I'm sure. ;) {Hey, it's my dream, I can go as overboard as I like! Not like it would actually happen or anything...} Besides, it would be more fun than "Dreidel, dreidel, dreidel - I made it out of clay". :-P


And oh yeah, being a total lemming, I'm going to be like a lot of other people and ask for addresses if you want a Christmas card from me. :) If you're interested, just e-mail your address to me at: NotAQuietGrrrl@aol.com and I'll add you to my list!

Who sucked out the feeling?

Something I posted to an Adult Fiction board I write on:


Well, I keep trying to write. I begin stories, then ditch them, because they go nowhere fast. My desire to be creative is gone - completely sucked out. I really fucking hate this, because I have no idea what's bringing it on to begin with.

Hopefully I'll snap out of it, but in the meantime, it's just making me feel despondent, like there's something wrong with me because I can't get out whatever is on my mind. At least, I can't get it to read the way it sounds in my head.


I really really hate this lack of creative drive. I want so much to write, but nothing works. I just hope it's temporary, because it's driving me insane.