Shoe Shirt

I've had this entry written for a while, but I've been too embarrassed to post it. But since it's kinda funny, I guess I should.

I wear alot of Jordans. I think it's because growing up, any shoes that cost more than the normal Marshall's $25 were too expensive. Now that I think I have a little money, I spend too much on my Jordans. Meh, what are you gonna do? What are you gonna do. So when I went back to Dallas for the first week of school (stickin it to the man), I made sure I went shopping at malls that had more variety than plain Provo. I wish there were a House of Hoops around here. In SLC at least. Sadly, I did not buy any new shoes in Dallas. However, I did get some shirts. Boy, did I ever. With this Jordan shirt, I feel like entered a parasitic relationship. One of those difficult interracial relationships, if you know what I'm sayin.
The punk at House of Hoops in the Town East mall forgot to take off the security tag. So now I cant wear my shoe shirt. I don't even have the receipt. N even though I'm pretty sure I could talk the people at foot locker into takin it off for me, I'm too embarrassed to take it in. I love my pride. Maybe that's why I'm still single? Huh.
I looked up a whole bunch of videos on youtube about how to take it off, but I cant find the same one as mine. I say "mine" like it's something I'm proud to have. Get that outta here. I was gonna just pry it off n not care what happens to the shirt, but as I started pullin on it, I realized I liked the shirt too much to take that kind of a risk. So for now, it's just hangin out in my closet. All locked up. Poor guy.

Shoe deprived

I'm not a girl. I just have a difficult time figuring out what to wear. Often, I feel like I don't have any shoes to go with what I'm wearin. So I just stand there for a while lookin at some of the shoes I have n then get discouraged n go eat hot cheetos. I haven't had somebody I trust enough help me update my Colorblind-Proof Wardrobe Selector Chart, so I dunno if certain shoes go with certain outfits yet. I'm gradually figuring it out myself by peoples' comments. "You look nice" is always better than, "Did the lightbulb burn out in your room this morning?"

Kickin it oldschool

I was walkin around the Wilk the other day n guess what I saw? My childhood. Walkin around like they were still in. LA Gears. Dang. It's been a minute since I've seen a pair of those. I might have to go back to the 90s n get me a pair. The pair that light up when you walk. It's good to know that not everybody around here is wearing dorky shoes. Like when I saw a guy n a girl wearing matching red shoes. Whoops. Gettin dressed from the wrong closet. Time to come out