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Jebus Christ, I'm tired. Had to get up early this morning to buy stupid shoes for stupid work because my old (but equally stupid) shoes fell apart on me. I was going to get them at Primark, since I consider work shoes to be one of those things that a person should waste as little money on as possible, freeing up extra income for necessities such as books and DVDs, but then I posed to myself a question that has baffled scientists throughout the ages, namely:
What good are shoes without cute animals on them?
So now I own a pair of Mary Janes with a kittyface on the toes. Life is good, and on that note, I'm off to watch Deadwood and revel in the pure awesomeness that is Al Swearengen. Later, cocksuckers.
What good are shoes without cute animals on them?
So now I own a pair of Mary Janes with a kittyface on the toes. Life is good, and on that note, I'm off to watch Deadwood and revel in the pure awesomeness that is Al Swearengen. Later, cocksuckers.