Monday, January 12, 2009

fuck slush

I would love nothing more than to wear ballet slippers and jazz shoes on my eager tootsies during my daily adventures. I've recently altered my favorite pair of jeans from my freshman year of high school, the ones I used to sport with dirty pink canvas slippers for my walks to school in the springtime. So now I'm itching baaaad for some saccharine footwear. HOWEVER there is (is there EVER)such a thing as winter in this lovely New England locale, and the constant cycle of ice-new snow-slush-slush-melty-slush-ice-snow-melty-melty prevents me from doing as I please. As usual. Flimsy dance shoes vs. six inches of winter on the ground? I think I need to find a new fantasy.

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