Moving on...
I like shoes. I've purchased so many this year. I always had a thing for footwear, but never indulged much, and certainly took a break in my early twenties. All of a sudden, in grade 12-ish, I wanted to feel girly. I had been girly as a young child, then went all tomboy. I guess it was when I shaved my head that I started wearing dresses and nice shoes again. I figured if I was going to run around with no hair and belch and spit like I did, drinking with guys and yelling stuff out of cars with them, often being the only female in the car, often feeling like they forgot I was a female as they checked out girls and expected me to comment on tits that I should at least look a little more feminine. It's probably then that I started wearing makeup sometimes, too.
I liked shoes for another reason. I hated being so short. I never wanted to be tall, but a few more inches would've been nice. So, I got shoes with big heels. It was the nineties, so they were clunky platform shoes. I even had a pair of those silly platform sneakers, but my pants were always too long, so it was difficult to even see them.
Now I have real heels. Woman shoes. And I love them. Not because I want my ass to stick out any more than it already does. In fact, I never thought/cared about the effect such shoes would have on my ass (but the vanity in me likes to look at my reflection in shop windows while I waste my days wandering downtown).
Shoes.
I also like Handsome J. And his basement. It was fun jamming in there. I'm so bad at "jamming." So many memories. The Briefs jam spot. The first Hold show. The night that I stained the carpets. Recording Noisebloodassault. Lying on the grass and hanging off the curb outside. Gummo. There are so many things at Lost and Found I want to buy, including two or three pairs of shoes. I wish I had money, but at least I've paid some bills.
It's KC's birthday tomorrow. Being the useless person I am, I don't have anything planned, and he doesn't seem to even know what he wants to do. But I really think he'll like what I got him. It may be my best present for him ever. Or not. I guess I'll find out.
Two years ago I was lonely and sarcastic.
I like shoes. I've purchased so many this year. I always had a thing for footwear, but never indulged much, and certainly took a break in my early twenties. All of a sudden, in grade 12-ish, I wanted to feel girly. I had been girly as a young child, then went all tomboy. I guess it was when I shaved my head that I started wearing dresses and nice shoes again. I figured if I was going to run around with no hair and belch and spit like I did, drinking with guys and yelling stuff out of cars with them, often being the only female in the car, often feeling like they forgot I was a female as they checked out girls and expected me to comment on tits that I should at least look a little more feminine. It's probably then that I started wearing makeup sometimes, too.
I liked shoes for another reason. I hated being so short. I never wanted to be tall, but a few more inches would've been nice. So, I got shoes with big heels. It was the nineties, so they were clunky platform shoes. I even had a pair of those silly platform sneakers, but my pants were always too long, so it was difficult to even see them.
Now I have real heels. Woman shoes. And I love them. Not because I want my ass to stick out any more than it already does. In fact, I never thought/cared about the effect such shoes would have on my ass (but the vanity in me likes to look at my reflection in shop windows while I waste my days wandering downtown).
Shoes.
I also like Handsome J. And his basement. It was fun jamming in there. I'm so bad at "jamming." So many memories. The Briefs jam spot. The first Hold show. The night that I stained the carpets. Recording Noisebloodassault. Lying on the grass and hanging off the curb outside. Gummo. There are so many things at Lost and Found I want to buy, including two or three pairs of shoes. I wish I had money, but at least I've paid some bills.
It's KC's birthday tomorrow. Being the useless person I am, I don't have anything planned, and he doesn't seem to even know what he wants to do. But I really think he'll like what I got him. It may be my best present for him ever. Or not. I guess I'll find out.
Two years ago I was lonely and sarcastic.
posted by crystal at
2:48 pm
2 Comments:
i get so excited when i see you post, and i think we should get shittyfaces tonight, and we should go shoe shopping soon, and theres this idea for the wedding footwear that suits the bride and would be cute, its about white hightop charlies with lacey laces and also gahah i love that hes just handsome j now. and why do i type when i could just say this to you in person in a minute?
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Anonymous, at 30/5/07 1:57 pm
I'm glad someone's excited when I post. I really shouldn't be getting shittyfaced anymore, but maybe tonight is alright. Birthdays are special. I can't go anything shopping too soon. Need to start getting paycheques and pay that motherfucking power bill. That wedding shoe idea sounds too cute. I guess I need to start thinking about that day. Having known J for so many years, I decided "screw it. He IS Handsome J and I'm not going to keep it secret that that's what we call him." I like that you typed even though we talk for real too.
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crystal, at 30/5/07 4:07 pm
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