*blue balls not included.
I wore those damn Bass sandals around downtown yesterday — walked from my apartment to the Farmers Market on the 9th Street Pier and back — and the soles of my freakin feet are on FIRE. Like, rub-rub-rubbbbbbbb friction burn fire.
GAW. I cannot win. Shoes, you kill me. Literally. Well, my feet anyway.
That said, here’s the newest pair in my collection from Nordstrom:
They’re Converse, so I’m safe. I hope. Although I’m gonna get pissed when they get dirty.
Also, I did NOT take the picture sideways, nor did it download sideways, so WTF is this picture uploading sideways?!
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And of MY boyfriend. His blue balls started this mess.
