Tuesday, July 7, 2009


My feet smell like Santa Fe Chicken salad.

Thank you, Corner Bakery, for bestowing on me this unlikely perfume.

(I brought my leftover salad with me to work for lunch today, and it exploded all over my bag. I had to wash my dress shoes off in the bathroom, but the soap and water were no match for the potent dressing.)

Why do these things happen to me? And on a Tuesday too.

1 comment:

  1. it probably only enhances blake's foot fetish.