whatever it matters
Jul. 19th, 2002 12:45 amSo after a day spent communing with nature, I went to the other extreme. A very depressing, disorienting extreme. Yes, I went to costco, which is always too warm and tiresome. But hey I bought flats of things. Because everyone needs a lot of shrimp and rice crackers....yeah.
Then for really exciting depressing fun, I went shoe shopping. I bet I am the only person in the world that would attempt to have anorexic feet. I have incredibly high arches, and long feet. I tried on shoes, the ones that fit were so ugly I wanted to hunt down the shoe designer and smack them for bad taste. Then I went to the Bon, where I ran into my old Boss from the Bon. She is still the scary wicked witch of the west and the girl "helping" (if you could call it that) was as useless as tits on a boar. Would it kill her to look for a damn pair of bandolinos in my size??? It seems so. I left with no shoes, no fun. My reaction to hating my feet? I went to Arby's. *sighs* pitiful, truly pitiful.
I think tomorrow I am going to go and look at some danish clogs, or I am going to Nordstroms, find something pretty and then go to the Bon and say, "LOOK YOU FUCKERS, THEY FOUND ME SHOES"
maybe not, because that might be considered, a tad bitter. right?
I am just feeling irritated (surprise surprise) and I am attempting to come down with a cold. Nothing is making me happy, except that arby's sandwich, and that was short-lived.
Yet I realize how much I love washington. You can go to the mountains, then to the water and then lose some braincells at the mall,all in one day.
amen.
I just want a pair of pretty shoes....
Then for really exciting depressing fun, I went shoe shopping. I bet I am the only person in the world that would attempt to have anorexic feet. I have incredibly high arches, and long feet. I tried on shoes, the ones that fit were so ugly I wanted to hunt down the shoe designer and smack them for bad taste. Then I went to the Bon, where I ran into my old Boss from the Bon. She is still the scary wicked witch of the west and the girl "helping" (if you could call it that) was as useless as tits on a boar. Would it kill her to look for a damn pair of bandolinos in my size??? It seems so. I left with no shoes, no fun. My reaction to hating my feet? I went to Arby's. *sighs* pitiful, truly pitiful.
I think tomorrow I am going to go and look at some danish clogs, or I am going to Nordstroms, find something pretty and then go to the Bon and say, "LOOK YOU FUCKERS, THEY FOUND ME SHOES"
maybe not, because that might be considered, a tad bitter. right?
I am just feeling irritated (surprise surprise) and I am attempting to come down with a cold. Nothing is making me happy, except that arby's sandwich, and that was short-lived.
Yet I realize how much I love washington. You can go to the mountains, then to the water and then lose some braincells at the mall,all in one day.
amen.
I just want a pair of pretty shoes....
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Date: 2002-07-19 03:55 am (UTC)i wear a size 11 womens US, 10 UK,
simply becaue i've got big fuck-off feet.
i'm nearly 6 feet tall, so i suppose the size is a necessity,
but it sure is a bitch to find NICE shoes.
when i was in the US, i didn't bother wasting time anywhere else
other than nordstroms.
now i just look on the web and buy big boots.
far easier. just wish they allowed me to wear them
at school instead of going through all that pain and suffering
through my formative years. bah.
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Date: 2002-07-19 11:57 am (UTC)oh happy day. *cutes gospel choir*
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Date: 2002-07-19 07:17 am (UTC)i love mine, so comfortable, so convenient
take care
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Date: 2002-07-19 11:58 am (UTC)no subject
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