novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- he was so sexy in cat on a hot tin roof i've noticed a diaryland trend over the past couple of months: whenever i remember to write in novembre i usually end up mentioning my cowboy boots. what i haven't told you is that the cowboy boots are dying. they need re-soled. their sides are scratched and dented from straddling rocks by surfer's point. the heels are loose from my constantly rocking back on them when standing in line, wavering on my feet to avoid fermentation. and they are a size too big; ever since i lost all that weight they've been a size too big. i had no idea that feet would shrink as well, but there you have it. rather, there you have them. i still haven't found a good replacement pair. no shining diamonds glinting on thrift store racks. also: the past handful of weeks i have worn them very rarely -- in december i fell down a flight of stairs and i think i may have sprained my left foot's big toe. i could tell you that story, but i won't. i will, however, tell you the story's moral: 10:52 pm - 02.06.05 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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