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2004-01-20 || 11:40 a.m. || does the shoe fit? how bout those pants? || we wear the same size shoe. he has grown fond of my pink satin ballet slippers, the ones with the pink bows on top, because they accentuate his toe points. he stands on the front porch, with his pants tight as fuck, all manly and swarthy with his trucker moustache and my slippers. unbeknownst to him i am wearing his highly coveted limited edition asics and i keep looking down to find them on my feet. we are creeping my roommates out, mostly by way of being constantly attached at the hip/lip, singing duets very loudly (becky says the neighbors scowled when passing our house because they could hear our rendition of somewhere over the rainbow), and my being unable to stop commenting on how obscene the tightness of his pants is. it's hypnotic in the dirtiest of ways. i keep waiting for nuns or young children to start crying on the street. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |