Subterranean Beefworks

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I bought a pair of shoes when I was in Vermont, which I think I mentioned. But I want to mention them again because I like them so much.

They're black and white (kind of an off-white), and they're vegan, which I guess means they have no animals in them, and no animals were enslaved or killed during the manufacture. That's always nice. But I really like this shoes because of how they make me feel. They're flat, and two-tone, with thickish white laces. They could be dress shoes for skaters or something. When the cuffs of my pants cascade over the tops, I feel like strutting around while people say "gosh, he's got some hot steps, that fella'." I really can't get enough of them.

They make walking around campus a lot less boring, because I have something to look at if I get tired of looking for attractive people. I just look down as my shoes roll over the sidewalk, looking sweet, and then I feel sweet. I give them further signifigance (admittedly, really stupid signifigance) because I've gotten back into serious Go playing (which....i mentioned before...too...) and the black and white color scheme of my kicks goes well with the black and white color scheme that's always in my head now.

I watched a movie last night at a friends apartment, more specifically I got drunk while watching Saving Private Ryan. You wouldn't think so, but at least three times were all doubled over in laughter. First was when someone broke wind right after the secretary general just got done with a really poignant monologue written by Abraham Lincoln. Another was when I remarked that Pig Vomit from Howard Stern's Private Parts plays SSgt. William Hill. It was impossible to take him seriously after that.

After the movie, we decided to go get high, so we went out into Allentown and went to the top floor of a high-ass parking garage. That's the extent of how high we got, we just went up about 7 floors. It was really awesome though. Some people were throwing a party and we looked in their window for a little while. I ended up leaving half a pint of Chunky Monkey icecream in the garage because I got tired of carrying it. It's really beautiful to see urban sprawl from high up. You start thinking about humanity, from the macro scale, to the micro. If it wasn't so fucking cold, I would've wanted to stay up there much longer.

Ich spreche im ernst, ich suche cannoli. Wer versteht mich?

Posted by Alchemae at April 5, 2004 01:43 AM