...I Was A Teenage Fag-Hag

The story of a NYU student struggling to survive in a world where the shoes are pricey, the IDs are fake, and straight men don't seem to exist.
Friday, June 21, 2002
I got shoes, baby! Yeah! I'm in love... they are my Giuseppe Zanotti Golden Serpentines. They were also half the original retail price on eBay. How is it that I never discovered the wonders of Silk Runway until now? I tried on a similar model at Nordstrom's to make sure the size was right, of course. I've become friendly with a shoe guy there named Blaze, who lets me try on expensive shoes and doesn't mind that I don't buy them. He knows the value of long-term customer loyalty!

Did I mention that I'm bidding on the matching purse?

So, in other exciting news, I might go visit Graham at Berkeley in August! It turns out that plane fare to Oakland is not nearly as expensive as I thought. With the promise of a beach visit in my future, I now have a semi-valid reason to buy that Burberry bikini I want and good motivation to keep working out. Oh boy... more grueling kickboxing with Blondie the bionic trainer. I went yesterday morning, and oh-my-god my thighs are still tired.

Oh, and Brad the Investment Banker boy called me again - he still wants to give me back my necklace "and whatever." I left him a message gently reminding him that I'm on a different coast at the moment, but said I'll call him when I get back to the city. I can get my necklance back and... um.. "whatever."


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