Wednesday, May 13, 2009

I do not have a boat, so don't even ask.

I suppose it depends on what you mean "what they say" about me. Literally? My shoes right now are dirty Sperry topsiders, brown and light-ish blue ("heron," I believe, is what Zappo's called it). I think if you were a person judging me on my LITERAL FOOTWEAR PREFERENCE, a person might think There's a lady with traditional tastes, with narrow feet and a penchant for not skidding on wet surfaces. Also does not like to wear socks. Which wouldn't be far from the truth. I HATE slipping on wet floors.



If I happened upon a more inductive thinker, they might note that the laces are untied: Girlfriend is laaaazy or Girlfriend does not like touching shoelaces because they are really dirty things. They might also note that there is a smear on the top of the left one and think Is that butter? She probably bakes awesome cookies (true). Or, perhaps they'd try to figure out what it was I wonder if that shoe will ever be implicated in a presidential impeachment hearing? Did Monica wear Sperrys?



What would really show true depth of thought, and a higher logical consciousness, is the person who wonders If she goes through the trouble to wear shoes that will not skid on wet surfaces, why run the risk of tripping on the laces?

Exhausting my efforts

Am feeling beaten by the world today, even though the weather is nice, my outfit matches, I am perfectly hydrated and I have plenty of books to read on a slow day at the office. Am looking forward to the weekend, the Friday off, the fun that will be had. But, for now, I am dreading a night of grouchy customers, watery eyes and bus rides. Think brightsides, Marie, brightsides.
*Payday is tomorrow
*Busride full of The Wire tomorrow night
*Perhaps a visit to the Met on Friday morning
*Hot Bagels
*Enjoyable weekend extravaganza
Does looking forward to a pleasant immediate future make a boring or unfortunate present any easier? Maybe I should be taking more vitamins.