So fine in 2009.

i used to live on bush and jones. now i live on obama and jones. OH SNAP!




some tricksters put stickers over the street signs. happy inauguration day!

one of those days...

tuesday was an epic day. it's summertime in san francisco (70 degrees and sunny, i know right?) and i didn't have to work. i called up my partner in crime, dance, for some action, and she makes the most brilliant suggestion ever.

beach? yes please.

best part about an employee discount?

These bad boys.






Only Giuseppe Zanotti can make allover studded detailing so feminine and elegant.

gorgeous.

THESE are inspiring me to go to work today.

The following is work entitled High Heeled Art by Mark Schwartz. I love me some abstract art, and God KNOWS I love me some shoes! 

my life has been changed.

Middle chicken has officially won the "best gift I will ever in my life receive, unless you got me Beyonce to be my new best friend" award. 

I work hard. On my feet. Every day. Coincidently, I sell shoes for a living. And yet, every day when I return to my apartment after a long hard day at the office, my dogs are killing me. Every night, I sit at home, typing away about how bad my feet hurt. Apparently, my cries of agony were heard. This year, when I opened my pretty packages on December 25, a miracle was there to greet me. 

This beauty. The HoMedics Foot Massager. Not only does it use these tiny metal balls to rub and soothe poor achey soles on the inner and outer part of your feet, but it's heated. HEATED! 

THIS FOOT MASSAGER IS THE TRUTH! 

Look for me, dancing down the aisles of work, with twinkle toes. 

Thanks chicken. 

God doesn't want me to eat fried food.

Today was my day off. I relish a free day when I can be off the grid, and spend the entire day online, lurking around on the internet and denying my inner geekness. (Confession: I'm ALWAYS online). I woke up late, and still wearing the lycra spandex leggings I slept in, scrounged around for food. I fixed some coffee with my SUPER AMAZING Keurig single cup coffee maker (IT'S LIFECHANGING!!!) and decided at some point I needed to get my ass up off the coach and go grocery shopping.

Now everyone knows how ridiculous it is to go shopping on an empty stomach, unless it's shopping for jeans. Since my cupboards are bare, I turned to the fridge. All that was there to greet me was some sour milk and a moldy bag o salad. Not so delicious in the am. I opened the freezer and realized I had half a bag of frozen french fries. At this point it was about 12:15, which is technically lunchtime. Now personally, I believe that anytime is a good time for some delicious golden french fries, so I poured some oil in a pan and waited for those bad boys to heat. As I'm turning the fries, a splash of scorching oil escapes the pan and thrusts itself upon my spandex covered thigh. My first thought was that the lycra would melt into my flesh and I would be forced to wield a hideous synthetic fiber burn branded upon my leg from now until eternity. 

Being the college educated strong black woman that I am, I immediately whipped off those leggings and got some cold water on my leg. Thankfully, it was only a flesh wound. I really thing God is trying to tell me something... so I ordered pizza for dinner. 

This is the beginning.

Hello! 

Well friends, it's 2009. (You already knew that. Hi, I'm captain obvious.) 

I am the queen of procrastination. Case in point, this blog was created in 2007, and today is the first entry I've made. Slow and steady.... is just slow. 

ANYWAY. 

I love to talk. I love to tell stories. Let's be honest, some pretty crazy stuff happens to me. I live in downtown San Francisco, happily cohabiting with trannys, homeless and toothless wonders, and the ever fabulous characters that I lovingly call my friends. I work in retail (I know, God help me) and I try to go on as many adventures as possible. My plan is to now document the crazy, so that others can experience the joy that is being Jordy B. 

Enjoy.