Charlotte Olympia is my kinda gal. Ever since I saw her wacky fruit shoes, I knew we were going to stay friends and become bezziez. Because she makes cat shoes. AND I LOVE CAT SHOES!
I mean, they're also tres cheap. You know, just yesterday, my father told me I was actually the daughter of a sheikh (sheikh being him, naturally), and our whole family had to go into hiding for some reasons unbeknownst to me. Anyhowz, turns out we're these richhhhhhhh azz people from... (I'm afraid I cannot divulge any further information, seeing as we are under an alias and whatnot). We have tonnes of money now, indispensable to me, the sheikh's daughter.
Which means that $660 for a pair of velvet catty shoes are CHEAP. CHUMP CHANGE. CHICKEN DUNG.
Who am I freakin' kidding? SIX HUNDRED AND SIXTY DOLLARS? Whyyyy Charlie WHYYYY? I'mma have to wait till I'm rolling in the deep (thumbs up, miss Adele for that song by the by) with cash. Which will be soon. By God's grace.
Six hundred and sixty dollars.
Six. Hundred. Sixty. DOLLARS.
*goes under duvet and weeps*