I have these blisters on the bottoms of my feet that make it feel like dozens of little razors slicing into me every time I take a step.

Rusted razors, no less.


I'm getting back into bed where I will read junk girly books until I have to go to work.

Maybe when I work I can put more butter on the soles of my shoes and then just get pulled around the dining room.

betholindo at 11:31 a.m.

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