Haha, I went NOWHERE with this entry
2003-10-17 | 12:38 a.m.

I am waaaaaaay too excited about going shopping tomorrow. Ma and I (wow, Ma, it's getting Dirty South up in here... dawg...itty... I'm too white to be any good at this.) Anyway, yes, my mother and I are heading to London. I need to be fitted for new pointe shoes since my last ones are a pathetic waste of ninety FUCKING dollars.

If you dance, or just have a foot fetish, lemme know if you want to buy my old shoes which are in ass kicking condition really cheap. Be a ballerina, or just look like one. Or you could just pay a friend to take a brick to your feet when you're drunk, because that has about the same effect.

I'm also getting my passport. Down Undah, here I come. And a big fuggin' backpacking backpack, and some hiking boots. Hiking boots are passe, I believe, gone the way of Lara Croft. Croft must bow down to the women of Kill Bill, in all their Puma footed glory. Do they wear Pumas in Kill Bill? I just took a stab in the dark there, I don't know much about shoes other than mine are crazier than yours.

And I'm having dinner with my aunt. She lobes me, yes she do. She just loves to dish out the compliments. To an annoying degree. I don't take compliments that well. I'm not good at saying thank you, and leaving it at that, plain and simple and sweet and nice. I immediately have to compliment the person back. It's not politeness, it's the fucked up little connection in my head. It goes:

compliment ZING POW WhatDoISay?! BAM THWACK I Don't Want Them To Think That I Think I'm Better Than Them MEEP BOOM Yeah, your (blank) looks (blank) today too man! DING BOP Smile.

It's a happy little bubble of uncertainty that I live in sometimes.

-S

P.S. And in breezing over this, I realize that I went absolutely nowhere with this entry. Have a good Friday! But not a good Good Friday. When is Good Friday? Do I have to go to work that day? I hope God isn't pissed that I forget that stuff.

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