I feel like I spent my entire week having a flat tire, and then sitting in the waiting room at the tire store reading issues of every single fashion and home decoration magazine, ever. This is what happens when I ignore the advice my friend's mom gave many years ago: always bring a book with you, everywhere. It may have cured me of wanting to ever spend another dollar on the fashion-industrial complex: shoes, bags, perfume, housey knick-nacks and bric a brac, pave-encrusted earrings, charm necklaces, CUTE TOPS. High-waisted jeans: DON'T BE AFRAID TO TRY AND PULL THIS LOOK OFF! From now on I am spending all my disposable income on tires.
