Shoe problem

I have a shoe problem.
Somehow, Clark triggered the Imelda in me.
It's interesting to find out that a girl like me will turn out to be a kikay just like the kind of person I detest. But when you live a very routinary life, you find solace in knowing that there are still certain aspects of that routine life you lead that you can change from time to time: SHOES.
Thank God for So! Fab. I can find gams less than a thousand bucks and still feel like a million.