"What if it rains? "
(keep in mind I'm going to seattle)
"Well, I guess my left foot will get wet if I stand in a puddle long enough for it to bubble up through the rubber"
"why don't you take your work shoes? I know they aren't very stylish... but they're good for walking around."
"Probably for the same reason I won't wear black jeans anymore. They're the WORK SHOES."
And they look like cheap low top black reeboks.
They're nod skid bottoms made for walking around on concrete. They're retail work shoes. They're almost nurses shoes. They're ugly as all fuck. And I'm having enough issues with my *hair* at the moment not to be worrying about things on the other end of my body.
I still haven't packed.
How the hell did it get to be almost three.
Tim just came by and asked me not to go tomorrow.
I told him I appreciated what he was going through but that... well... I was going....
He just nodded glumly.. but didn't get pissy. I know he understands he just doesn't know that he knows.
It's chilly here.
I should really be packing.
I hate hate hate the thought of going through security tomorrow. I don't dig planes in the first place (no fears.. I just don't like them) and going through any sort of security always gives me the willies... but well.... I know it'll be worse. And I just don't want to deal.
And I'm scared my nipples are going to go off.