Let’s pretend that this is like writing an entry, ok?
Oh, wait, I do have a thing or two. I have Fred flintone stone feet, wide, short, flat and good for make the car go even with cargo. So, one of the really exceptional things in this area is a store called palymakers, they sell high end sports shoes and gear (you know, like compression shorts that show your religion ((that’s a circumcision joke if it wasn’t apparent)) and the symmetry of whatever genitals you are wearing). Every January and every July they have a sale.
I went to the January one and bought a pair of Brooks Adrenaline GTS 15. Yes, they are the modern kind of running shoe that look like they are made out of alien hide and glo-sticks on layers of Trident multi falvored guava mint and tangerine gum. These motherfuckers not only fit like they were tailor made but weigh like an ounce (hyperbole, but seeing how most of my shoes add five pounds to the scale … um, the weight is part of the state, they weigh 11.2 ounces). And my feet point straight! I think the shoe/medical term is something like pronate.
Although it made me look like a hero, that’s not why I did it. What? New subject, keep up. I made an emergency dog food run in the snow today. I did it because I love the woman, I love the dog, emergency dog food runs are so very nostalgic and sentimental for me I almost cried, and, I looked like a hero. That’s pretty much the order. Oh, and I like having an excuse to hang out in a pet store.
Ok, here’s the thing we were going to pretend was like writing an entry. It’s got nothing to do with the entry that’s sort of now written.
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