miscellany: box and jocks
Apr. 30th, 2004 02:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pantryslutI know it's totally self-aggrandizing of me, but I wanted to point everyone to this post by G, just because it's so charming. How can I resist a boy like this? I can't.
Though if I'm going to be a jock, I need to get some different footwear. Neither the girly sandals nor the boxy shoes are going to work for long.
I hate shoes. Have I mentioned that? Shoes exist only to protect the soles of my feet from injury, and for insulation in the cold climes. OK, and for decoration on special occasions. But I'd rather go as barefoot as possible, all the time.
I sympathize with Steven's longtime tendency to favor soccer shoes for everyday wear -- a tendency that probably fucked up his feet, mind you, and meant he'd be going through a pair of shoes about every six months for a while there.
Why am I cursed with the sort of feet that require arch support and roomy toe boxes? Why can't I manage on Chinese slippers or something?
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Speaking of boxes, we didn't get our usual supply of veggies this week. Either someone took our box from the pick-up site, or someone miscounted.
We got a credit, of course, but in the meantime, we are deprived of strawberries. We were expecting two pints of delicious, delicate strawberries, probably just hitting their peak in this hot weather.
Everything else I could forgo -- the spinach, the fava beans, the adolescent onions. OK, I think I will miss the spinach too. But not as much.
I think a trip to the farmer's market this weekend may be in order. Any farmer's market. Anywhere.
Though if I'm going to be a jock, I need to get some different footwear. Neither the girly sandals nor the boxy shoes are going to work for long.
I hate shoes. Have I mentioned that? Shoes exist only to protect the soles of my feet from injury, and for insulation in the cold climes. OK, and for decoration on special occasions. But I'd rather go as barefoot as possible, all the time.
I sympathize with Steven's longtime tendency to favor soccer shoes for everyday wear -- a tendency that probably fucked up his feet, mind you, and meant he'd be going through a pair of shoes about every six months for a while there.
Why am I cursed with the sort of feet that require arch support and roomy toe boxes? Why can't I manage on Chinese slippers or something?
*
Speaking of boxes, we didn't get our usual supply of veggies this week. Either someone took our box from the pick-up site, or someone miscounted.
We got a credit, of course, but in the meantime, we are deprived of strawberries. We were expecting two pints of delicious, delicate strawberries, probably just hitting their peak in this hot weather.
Everything else I could forgo -- the spinach, the fava beans, the adolescent onions. OK, I think I will miss the spinach too. But not as much.
I think a trip to the farmer's market this weekend may be in order. Any farmer's market. Anywhere.
