i wore my new boots today: they are gorgeous and comfy and fabulous, and totally worth every incredibly expensive cent i paid for them. this is pertinent because i totally didn’t have to wear my boots today. the weather has calmed down considerably, and the piles of snow and slush are diminishing and thus boston is totally navigateable without fabulous boots. but (see above) they are so ridiculous comfortable and awesome, so i spend the extra 5-8 minutes in the morning lacing them up before i leave the house. plus, when i first got them the weather was unbearably nice and totally uncooperative with my new boots initiative.
last night, however, i was seriously squicked out in a boots-related incident. this incident also incorporates my extreme revulsion at seeing complete fucking strangers naked.
mine :
i’m adrift in a sea of blankness. pure and utter nothing. i get up, i dawdle, i get ready and make my way to work. i plod through the day and debate when enough slacking has taken place so i can trudge home. the evenings are nothing remarkable, and usually i’m too tired to deal with them if they were.