my dilemma on this particular day: to buy or not to buy these lovely black leather flat-heeled boots from bruno magli. internal debate follows:

no: boots cost $200
yes: boots are actually 50% off, and will revert back to even more cost-prohibitive state come friday.

no: idiot, you own 1700 pairs of boots
yes: but none of them are flat-heeled. you need a different heel for every occasion, you see. duh.

no: you really can't afford these, you really don't need these, and you are just feeling sorry for yourself because you are going to have part of your boob cut out at a date yet to be determined.
yes: you are going to have part of your boob cut out at a date yet to be determined. boob cuttage. good enough, i think. (don't worry, it's mostly likely nothing and is 90% being done just to reassure me that it is, indeed, likely nothing. but still. that other 10%, plus family history, plus my general anxiety levels=not fun. plus, BOOB CUTTING. and i have really lovely boobs. i mean, i like to think so. it doesn't help that they've been felt up and down by, like, sixteen women in the past two weeks. trust me, it's not hot.)

anyway, will update you on forthcoming decision (and of course, later on on the boob cutting thing). i think self-pity and bootlust will win out on this one.

UPDATE: aaaand, the boots are MINE. photos of them to come once they are delivered, along with photos of the awesome mixer that tommy bought me last week, because i am the most spoiled person on earth and he is the best boyfriend ever (except now he is able to demand that i bake cookies for him at the drop of a hat).