No Style No. 41: At least they aren’t Manolos.
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Shut up. It’s been a rough week. I consoled myself with Brahma calf-high police-swat-style black leather steel-toed boots. (Damn, that’s a lot of hyphens.) Better to spend $30 on boots that look as if they could quite happily kick your ass than waste $300 on a pair of tasseled loafers or something equally ridiculous.
So…I’m back. Quietly, inauspiciously, oh-god-do-I-have-a-headache-ly (spiritually, ecumenically, grammatically…?), but I’m back. Things aren’t quite going as I’d planned - or they are, but not on the time scale that I’d wanted, but that’s neither here nor there and things are sorting themselves out soon enough. Regardless, I should start updating again regularly. No idea if I’ll have the energy to rant and rave and rip people apart, but then I haven’t been reading the news this past week, either. I’m sure there are plenty of things to get caught up on that will leave me frothing at the mouth and ready to tear someone a new one.
I did, however, go vote in the Texas primary last week. That…was painful. I honestly couldn’t find a single candidate on the ballot who didn’t leave a sour taste in my mouth regardless of their stance on gay issues…but voting is a civic duty, and one I wouldn’t have had a couple hundred years ago when my dark skin would have denied me that right. So I vote on principle, and because I really, really don’t want to hear another bloody four years of complaining that it’s the fault of low turnout from my generation that got us into the mess we’re in right now with a second term with W - only in this case, it’d be a mess with whomever made it onto the ballots after the primaries.
The hell with it. We’ll be in a mess anyway.
Fatalism? Me? Never.
So this is what toilet paper feels like.
no style, webcomics, gay comic strip, gay humor, who the hell thinks Crocs are attractive and what the f*@! are they smoking?
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March 10th, 2008 at 4:29 am
*shifty-eyed look* N-nothing wrong with $300 tasseled loafers. *nervous laugh*
March 10th, 2008 at 5:43 am
As a new devotee of Doc Martens, all I can say is…
HA!
March 10th, 2008 at 9:38 am
Welcome back!
And I don’t think I’ve ever spent more than 30 bucks on a pair of shoes…
March 10th, 2008 at 4:00 pm
Heh. I’ve seen people go longer than that between updates when they were still supposedly doing them regularly. “Regularly” has a different definition on the internet.
Welcome back.
March 10th, 2008 at 5:51 pm
Welcome back! You have no idea how much I missed having your rants and raves to come home to every day. :3
Okay, those boots? Sound hawt. I’m the one always either wearing huge boots, or nothing at all (or sandels, if I HAVE to wear something and don’t feel like it). I bet they look awesome.
Also, that’s one of my favourite PotC quotes (I still haven’t seen the third one yet. >:|).
Also also, I couldn’t vote in the primaries. ._. But! I will be able to vote in the election.
…Okay. I go now. >.>;
March 10th, 2008 at 8:06 pm
Whoa wait, did you say an Adri that doesn’t tear and rip people to shreds on issues? (imagine a very doubting face…just work with me here)
March 14th, 2008 at 8:53 am
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March 14th, 2008 at 8:59 am
Hikaru: Give me five minutes alone with those shoes, a lighter, and 4 fluid ounces of kerosene. You’ll never regret it.
Kaine: Don’t bother with the third movie. Trust me. You’ll never get that three hours of your life back.
Mizuki: Er…yeah. ‘kay. Right. Moving on now…
March 14th, 2008 at 2:02 pm
…you come near the Edmonds shoes and I’ll use my wicked cardboard-file-shivving skills on you.
*Fire Island Boot Camp, Class of 2005*
March 17th, 2008 at 12:08 am
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