all my little plans and schemes - nothing but a bunch of dreams. all i really needed to do - was maybe some love. i don't expect you to understand - the kingdom of heaven is in your hand. i don't expect you to wake from your dreams - too late for pride now it seems. why must we be alone? it's real, love - yes, it's real. -- john lennon

Sunday, January 27, 2008

don't you step on my blue suede shoes

For four years, I have agitatedly wondered why I lose all sense of social competency when at Guard drill. I am happy to say that, after countless weekends of awkwardness, insecurity and despair, I have finally solved the puzzle.

Two words:

Combat boots.

Seriously.

Nothing can strip a woman of her confidence more swiftly and completely than huge clunky dirt-colored clown feet.

1 Comments:

Blogger Amanda said...

;o) it is such a wonderful thing that I can read your blog in France. I love the internet. And you!

7:30 AM

 

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