stilettopimps is happy in her 26th year.
I admit it… today I really entertained thoughts of just LICKING the fig, of just sticking that free sample of blueberry pie in my mouth and then spitting it out. I didn’t, because even if it wouldn’t have really screwed things up, it just would have felt wrong. I would have felt like I was lying if I came back here and told you everything was going great. And I didn’t come this far just to compromise my integrity for a fig lick.
My previous plan of doing 13 days now seems laughable. I’m ready, so ready, for day 11 to be here so I can drink something else. The lemonade is tasting quite bad to me today, which might be related to the fact that I had to make it with tap water, regular lemons and LOG CABIN (oh, the shame!) maple syrup. The all-organic version is so much better.
I want to stick it out until my tongue turns pink, but I feel like this has been the longest week of my life. More than anything, I really want a spoonful of hummus. That’s the one craving that I have every single day.

