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The Stupidest Thing Ever
Sep. 29th, 2009 09:37 amWell Well Well.
The white boots. The awesome, sexay white boots that I bought to go with the black and white dress for the wedding? Those boots?
I wore them to the concert and wore them over my pants. I decided that this is a good look for me. It looks good. I like it. I even decided that I should not only be a Girl Who Wears Boots, but I should be a Girl Who Wears Belts. Three cheers for fashionable me!
Except not.
Since Thursday, I have worn the white boots two more times, once over the same dark jeans with the red stitching, and once over some very old flare jeans.
And so, and so, and so, what is on the side of my leg this morning (and probably last night, and yesterday morning as well, had I looked...) but fucking purple, indented lines - this is clearly, clearly my pants making an imprint in my skin. From being inside my boots. Probably the flare ones, I guess, since that's more material.
Well fuck that. Who did I think I was, anyway, tryin' to look like hot shit - anyway? So I spent this morning doing stuff like massaging my skin and moving around to make my circulation go go go, but now, see, now I'm going to spend the next few days being paranoid that I'm going to wake up and find my toes have fallen off in my sleep because I've done something terrible to my circulation - all because I was attempting to have a fashion sense.
I should have known better, really. One time I wore these rainbow striped socks and the one left a line all the way around my calf - and the line stayed there for like a month. Fuck that.
I know that this isn't actually that big of a deal. My toes are not going to fall off in my sleep, or anything like that. My skin is not hot, nor is it hard, and my foot and my toes are not blue, it's just that I would like, just once, not to have to be so fucking high maintenance all the damn time.
Blegh. I'm so pissed.
The white boots. The awesome, sexay white boots that I bought to go with the black and white dress for the wedding? Those boots?
I wore them to the concert and wore them over my pants. I decided that this is a good look for me. It looks good. I like it. I even decided that I should not only be a Girl Who Wears Boots, but I should be a Girl Who Wears Belts. Three cheers for fashionable me!
Except not.
Since Thursday, I have worn the white boots two more times, once over the same dark jeans with the red stitching, and once over some very old flare jeans.
And so, and so, and so, what is on the side of my leg this morning (and probably last night, and yesterday morning as well, had I looked...) but fucking purple, indented lines - this is clearly, clearly my pants making an imprint in my skin. From being inside my boots. Probably the flare ones, I guess, since that's more material.
Well fuck that. Who did I think I was, anyway, tryin' to look like hot shit - anyway? So I spent this morning doing stuff like massaging my skin and moving around to make my circulation go go go, but now, see, now I'm going to spend the next few days being paranoid that I'm going to wake up and find my toes have fallen off in my sleep because I've done something terrible to my circulation - all because I was attempting to have a fashion sense.
I should have known better, really. One time I wore these rainbow striped socks and the one left a line all the way around my calf - and the line stayed there for like a month. Fuck that.
I know that this isn't actually that big of a deal. My toes are not going to fall off in my sleep, or anything like that. My skin is not hot, nor is it hard, and my foot and my toes are not blue, it's just that I would like, just once, not to have to be so fucking high maintenance all the damn time.
Blegh. I'm so pissed.
