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Shopping! Soccer!
Oct. 9th, 2002 05:18 pmWhat did you talk about while we were gone?
Heh heh heh. Lots of shopping for Abra today. It took me something like 3 hours to traverse the six or so blocks that comprise the main downtown Minneapolis drag. I got two wedding gifts for Phil's-cousin-in-Wisconsin, one for the good times and one for the bad: a trifle dish and a nailgun (hey, as we all know, you can kill someone with those). While I was in Crate&Barrel buying the trifle dish, I picked up a soda fountain glass and a wire snowflake. It snowed the other day, honest.
I had the frustrating experience of shoe-shopping. I'm 5'11. Everything's in proportion. This means I have a bitch of a time finding shoes, long-sleeved shirts, and dress socks. I wear the Muse's jeans a lot. Well, actually, all his clothes except for underwear. I haven't persuaded him to stock up on silky boxers yet. And his shoes are too big for me. So Target (nailgun) doesn't stock above 9 1/2. Grr.
I actually found a pair of square-toed dress shoes that fit me at Marshall Fields. They are a size too small, but I can wear them because they're square-toed. They're almost black with bits of red. They have heels (okay, so now I'm 6'1). They've got that strappy Mary-Jane thing going on. Don't know what it's called. If there were more cool shoes in my size, I could become a peril. However, the world is safe for the most part. I'm pretty limited to the men's section and the drag queen shoe-shops (one reason I love drag queens; they like pretty shoes).
I picked up a wedding card and wrapping paper. I picked up printer paper so I can spew out more sheafs of paper to redmark, and make people read, and submit in hopes of a hand-written rejection letter.
I ate. I got pantyhose to go with the nice shoes and dress. I got nailpolish for no reason at all. I like pretty colors but never take the time to actually polish or care for my nails at all. If there's a snag, I'll trim it. Aside from that...
Who needs money? That's what credit cards are for.
Dear God, don't take that seriously....
Heh heh heh. Lots of shopping for Abra today. It took me something like 3 hours to traverse the six or so blocks that comprise the main downtown Minneapolis drag. I got two wedding gifts for Phil's-cousin-in-Wisconsin, one for the good times and one for the bad: a trifle dish and a nailgun (hey, as we all know, you can kill someone with those). While I was in Crate&Barrel buying the trifle dish, I picked up a soda fountain glass and a wire snowflake. It snowed the other day, honest.
I had the frustrating experience of shoe-shopping. I'm 5'11. Everything's in proportion. This means I have a bitch of a time finding shoes, long-sleeved shirts, and dress socks. I wear the Muse's jeans a lot. Well, actually, all his clothes except for underwear. I haven't persuaded him to stock up on silky boxers yet. And his shoes are too big for me. So Target (nailgun) doesn't stock above 9 1/2. Grr.
I actually found a pair of square-toed dress shoes that fit me at Marshall Fields. They are a size too small, but I can wear them because they're square-toed. They're almost black with bits of red. They have heels (okay, so now I'm 6'1). They've got that strappy Mary-Jane thing going on. Don't know what it's called. If there were more cool shoes in my size, I could become a peril. However, the world is safe for the most part. I'm pretty limited to the men's section and the drag queen shoe-shops (one reason I love drag queens; they like pretty shoes).
I picked up a wedding card and wrapping paper. I picked up printer paper so I can spew out more sheafs of paper to redmark, and make people read, and submit in hopes of a hand-written rejection letter.
I ate. I got pantyhose to go with the nice shoes and dress. I got nailpolish for no reason at all. I like pretty colors but never take the time to actually polish or care for my nails at all. If there's a snag, I'll trim it. Aside from that...
Who needs money? That's what credit cards are for.
Dear God, don't take that seriously....