hello, eljay!
I finally threw out my character shoes. Those stupid plastic heels, the black ones with the ankle straps that I bought for a play freshman year and never got rid of - they're finally gone. And it was about damn time, too; they were the most painful piece of shit shoes you ever saw in your life. I'd been hanging onto them in some last misguided remnant of my old packrat tendencies, absolutely convinced that one of these days I'd need them, and I feel weirdly free now that they're gone. I guess if that's all it takes to boost my mood, I should get rid of shoes more often.
The only really significant thing about those shoes, other than the amount of physical pain they've caused me over the last nine years, is that they were the last thing I had from before the fire. Maybe that's why I kept them so long. All the better that I finally trashed them, I think.
Does this mean I'm back to LJ? No idea. Don't hold your breath, babes, but you might hear from me again.
The only really significant thing about those shoes, other than the amount of physical pain they've caused me over the last nine years, is that they were the last thing I had from before the fire. Maybe that's why I kept them so long. All the better that I finally trashed them, I think.
Does this mean I'm back to LJ? No idea. Don't hold your breath, babes, but you might hear from me again.