2004-01-02
blistered
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.
Yummy.
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.