'i'll soon by lying on my own on some dirty sticky floor...'
some days she dreams of stepping off the edge...
doing so, however, would only free fall her toward her dirty sticky floor, where upon, after looking around to ensure no one actually saw her land on her ass, she'd feel compelled to shake it off and then start cleaning away the evidence.
csi style.
thereby effectively killing the feeling she has some days that she's a damn rock star.
or, at the very least, a rock star groupie.
yeah. she has a couple of you in mind for her adoration.
dare to dream, baby...admit it. you're looking for something to help you burn out bright.
and quit worrying about what your damn ankles look like.
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a few notes:
- damn if the soles of new chuck all stars aren't slippery.
- if you intend to climb your kitchen counters like some suburban everest, you better damn well hope you're not as scared of heights as some girls around here i know. that girl. geez. she's a baby.
- yes, these shoes are as kick ass as they appear. i may or may not have fondled them this morning before donning.
- the black and white shot sells it because honestly, as fond as some of you may be to my ethereal allure, my legs were nearly see-through white.
- the song on the link above? makes me wish i had that damn pole in my house. there are nice little thigh moves to be done to this tune.
- were i really a rock star, my shoe laces wouldn't be this white. they'd be black and bloody. yep. penchant for panties - 30 shows in 20 days, 'cause we're just that bad ass.
- damn. i l ike the word "damn." and "cunundrum." as in "it looks like we've got ourselves a real squirrely one here, captain," she said. "aye, she is a bit of a cunundrum, luv," he replied.
- whenever i get a visitor from dublin on this site, i like to pretend it's bono, checking in on me from time to time. 'ello, luvaaaahh...
- real posts filled with real thoughts and charming insight and creativity that makes you ponder, wonder and love me more are on the way
Labels: as if it were possible for me to be even more kick ass...
posted by for a different kind of girl @ 12:40 PM
18 Comments:
He could have been singing about my office. (Was part of that video meant to be a tribute to Bono in the With or without You video?)BTW coll shoes and I am sure you have no trouble carrying that look off.
cufqf (Much smaller than normal)
Ah, Dave, better with the band, but yes, Dave. :)
Nice shoes!
oldpukm
Nice Kicks! I can't wear cool shoes like that, wish I could!
Stacie
I don't know, this one made me smile and laugh and love you even more... but that is the cunundrum of it all isn't it? ;)
And I thought I was the only one to do the imagined visitor thing, heck sometimes I imagine all my blogger friends as famous celebrities.
Nice shoes... wanna (insert whatever term you wish to finish this question here)?
what the heck was that song? :)
See through white skin is a sign of elegance and refinement. You should be proud! :)
I'm speechless. Depeche Mode would be bad enough, but solo albums by old dudes from Depeche Mode?
If only I could smolder even a fraction of that much while looking into the camera lens.
Since you are a fan of The Drama and The Theatrics, I'll mention that I owned my last pair of Chucks waaay back when I was in a production of 'West Side Story.' I was a Shark. Because I'm totally Hispanic like that.
Oh, and the white legs are okay... It makes it easier for me to finish that papier mache model. I won't even have to paint it!
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finished - i didn't realize until rewatching this a couple times what you meant about the bono thing. however, i feel everything everyone does in life should serve as some tribute to bono. i'll ask him next time he pops in here, though!
nanette - not just one dave, but two, two, two daves!
stacie - tennis shoes in general may be as close as i ever get to out and out 'fuck me' shoes (yeah, i said it) as i'll ever get. therefore, attitude in sporting them is necessary!
art - i must device some celebratory story for you so i can offer up 'ello luvvaahh's' to you when you pop in to visit! cheers to cunundrums!
savage - do i wish to recite poetry, speak in fake english accents and exchange witty bon mots about our visits with famous people? is that what you're asking me?!
rs - that song, my friend, is bliss. a bit of raunchy, gritty bliss to my ears. i'm listening to it right this second.
therese - you're right! this is ultimately why i feel like a queen most of the time! i come from noble lineage!
ftn - oh, i'm sure you could smolder. i bet you smolder when you're up on stage with the band, busting out some 'renegade' or broadway show tunes. because i hear that
When you're a Jet,
You're a Jet all the way
From your first cigarette
To your last dyin' day.
'course, you're a shark, so i don't really know what you are. except stunningly talented yet pokey with the papier mache assignments.
nocturnal - i'll wear them if you'll play more for me. deal?
my shoes just stopped by a second ago to tell you they thank you, too, before taking off to go to some party. chances are they'll come home drunk and i'll find out in about a month someone's pregnant or has developed a festering std.
Automobile in America,
Chromium steel in America,
Wire-spoke wheel in America,
Very big deal in America!
I can't believe I'm quoting showtunes on multiple blog sites. I am completely ashamed right now.
ftn -
I feel pretty,
Oh, so pretty,
I feel pretty & witty & bright!
And I pity
Any girl who isn't me tonight.
Does the fact that we're only singing showtunes to each other on various blog sites make you feel worse? Unless you're stepping out on me (I'm sticking with that 1960s feel) and doing it with more than just me...don't make me go all Sweeney Todd on you...
What, like I'm doing this with people all over blogspace? What kind of free time do you think I have?
Dear kindly Judge, your Honor,
My parents treat me rough.
With all their marijuana,
They won't give me a puff.
They didn't wanna have me,
But somehow I was had.
Leapin lizards! That's why I'm so bad!
Oh, believe me, I think you're quite busy at FTN Secret World Headquarters. Writing long and personal emails, doing arts and crafts and finding new and elaborate ways to inject Neil Diamond into me (not literally, mind you...).
That's why to the naysayers I say:
Dear kindly social worker,
They say go earn a buck.
Like be a soda jerker,
Which means like be a schumck.
It's not I'm anti-social,
I'm only anti-work.
Gloryosky! That's why I'm a jerk!
This doesn't really fit, mind you, what with the anti-work sentiment, but I dig a tune that can rhyme 'schmuck' with and 'buck'
oh my goodness. It isn't just my blog...
rs - blame ftn. don't blame me. he makes me do this kind of stuff. at least once a week, he sits me down with flow charts and power point presentations, plies me with kind words so i start to feel all good about myself, and then he starts in on how i'm to follow his lead and do whatever he wants. no questions asked. and definitely no tears.
so for the sake of my family, which i believed he may or may not have threatened, i can't be sure, i go along with him.
he's the puppet master.
though, i have to admit, i have a secret desire to be rizzo...
Yeah, and I've always wanted to be John Travolta, except for the scientology thing.
Honestly though, I think we are all FTN's puppets. He stands above all of blog world, pulling the strings. And if sometimes our strings get crossed he just laughs and laughs.
rs - let's just try not to let him in on the fact that we realize he controls our destiny, though, ok? because honestly, i hate to see what he might do with a bit more power...
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