Foot By Foot, Inch By Inch
Two teenage boys were returned home after being abducted. One had been missing for a week or so and the other for four years. They're in pretty good shape at the moment. I wish them the best lives and hope that they'll be alright. And that the man who abducted them is sent away. Or provided serious help. There isn't much information out and the moment about the two boys except that they've been returned quite happily to their families....good. A media circus would have been trauma upon trauma.
Hoping for the best for them.
I tripped my way over to a friends house who was home for the weekend from school...I literally tripped. A long line of ouch and prays that my shoes would stay on my feet until I got to her house from the subway. Bad shoe choice. Too big and sockless...eek!
We met up and after me pleading with her not to get the "dangerous and if badly done you will bleed internally" tongue piercing (out of boredom of course)we went to get lunch. On the way she informed me she had not taken her medication (yes seriously) and giggled. .
We wander into this fantastic looking restaurant, all wood and completely run by "just out of Ireland" waiters.Friend sits down across from me and begins the rant that basically forms our friendship...
Were those guys outside staring at me or you?
Was that man paying attention to you?
Is the waiter flirting with me or you?
What do you mean you weren't paying attention? If he's staring at you I'm going to be pissed...What the hell does everyone like about you anyway?
...Medication is an excellent creation.
I've always liked to observe more than be the center of anything so watching my friend can either be incredibly amusing...And great for art!..OR well...nauseating.
In other words she drives me bananas and I don't see her too often.
Throughout the meal she put on a fake Irish accent hoping to attract attention. It didn't work, she wanted to leave...and I was to get to work on cutting hair.
I colored and cut her mother's hair...one of the few great things of the day I love seeing her mother she's a wonderful person and I love cutting hair. Then her boyfriend's hair. Ahh the boyfriend. Who I think has a slight foot fetish. But an in the closet foot fetish. He's like those Republicans who swear how horrible homosexuality is (sigh) and are in fact well....Paging Mr. Foley!
He often announces how disgusting and weird feet are...but likes to stare at them in private and often asks to touch them. As I was cutting his hair he looked down and said....you know you have really nice feet, would you like a foot massage?
No thank you :)
So what have we learned? It will be about three months until we hang out again. I will call ahead and ask her if she is on lovely meds.
And I will get better flats.
Have a great weekend!
Hoping for the best for them.
I tripped my way over to a friends house who was home for the weekend from school...I literally tripped. A long line of ouch and prays that my shoes would stay on my feet until I got to her house from the subway. Bad shoe choice. Too big and sockless...eek!
We met up and after me pleading with her not to get the "dangerous and if badly done you will bleed internally" tongue piercing (out of boredom of course)we went to get lunch. On the way she informed me she had not taken her medication (yes seriously) and giggled. .
We wander into this fantastic looking restaurant, all wood and completely run by "just out of Ireland" waiters.Friend sits down across from me and begins the rant that basically forms our friendship...
Were those guys outside staring at me or you?
Was that man paying attention to you?
Is the waiter flirting with me or you?
What do you mean you weren't paying attention? If he's staring at you I'm going to be pissed...What the hell does everyone like about you anyway?
...Medication is an excellent creation.
I've always liked to observe more than be the center of anything so watching my friend can either be incredibly amusing...And great for art!..OR well...nauseating.
In other words she drives me bananas and I don't see her too often.
Throughout the meal she put on a fake Irish accent hoping to attract attention. It didn't work, she wanted to leave...and I was to get to work on cutting hair.
I colored and cut her mother's hair...one of the few great things of the day I love seeing her mother she's a wonderful person and I love cutting hair. Then her boyfriend's hair. Ahh the boyfriend. Who I think has a slight foot fetish. But an in the closet foot fetish. He's like those Republicans who swear how horrible homosexuality is (sigh) and are in fact well....Paging Mr. Foley!
He often announces how disgusting and weird feet are...but likes to stare at them in private and often asks to touch them. As I was cutting his hair he looked down and said....you know you have really nice feet, would you like a foot massage?
No thank you :)
So what have we learned? It will be about three months until we hang out again. I will call ahead and ask her if she is on lovely meds.
And I will get better flats.
Have a great weekend!
posted by vanillabirdies at
4:18 PM
2 Comments:
Only you could put a trip into Spring, a trip to little Ireland, the lack of essential medication, and a foot fetish in one article. I'm still laughing.
Have a great weekend.
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