TWENTY THREE
Today I got new converse for my feets.
They are thin and red and amazing.
I pretty much wanted to sleep with them on.
I could write poetry about how wickedly awesome they are. They should have their own appreciation group on the interwebs. I might even start one.
No jokes.
I even got a discount for no apparent reason. Lizbot reckons its coz the dude had the hots for me and my total disregard for assistant-customer unfamiliarity, but I reckon it’s coz he was just happy to serve someone who was so fricken excited to put those shoes on their feet.
They’re a limited edition with only a handful left in Australia. And I got a pair. Of 7s. Which are a super common size. And they had a pair in store.
This occurrence (for obvious as well as not-so-obvious reasons) has got me thanking my lucky stars and wondering if there might be a little more luck left in this batch. If there is, I’d like to graciously pass it over to a more deserving member of my inner circle.
He totally needs it more than I do. I mean, I got the cons.
I’m kinda set for life.
LOVE & SUCH X
