Well, okay, I'm not falling in love. But I am falling. The whole day trough. When I got up, I tripped over my own feet, when I walked down the stairs I missed a step. Stupid thing that I wore my heels today. I couldn't resist myself, but it certainly wasn't clever. As I was walking over the street I went trough my ankle and that happend about 4 times. The fourth time, I really felt down. So I was lying there, on the street with my Marc Jacobs on and a lot of bags on my arm. Gosh, I felt so ashamed. I immediatly got up and walked trough, hoping that no one saw it. It was on a crowded shopping street, so ofcourse people saw it. Bummer. As I walked trough, my dad and I came by a new shoeshop. We really had to look. The shoes sucked sadly enough, but the bags that they had, were actually pretty nice. And stupid enough, when I walked out the store, I tripped over my own feets.. Starting the day over again. And I'm afraid that my clumsyness isn't over for the day.