My Realization of the Day

I realized today that I don't like feet. Well, no, that's not what I realized. I realized that, because I don't like feet, I must pretty them up. I love shoes. I love socks. I always make sure my toenails are painted. I think the reason I am obsessed with footwear is because I hate feet. I hate them. One has to have extremely nice feet for me to be able to even tolerate them. And I was sitting in class, wearing my brightly striped socks and I suddenly understood.

cheryl - Friday, 12 September 2003 - 12:51 PM

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gravatar katie - September 12, 2003 - 1:36 PM -

Hey, lookie-that! Without even trying, I learned I could post a blank comment. :)

Anywho, I was going to say that, although I don't hate feet, I think they are ugly. Paws are so much cuter. However, it's a non-stress nervous habit of mine to be always touching my feet. If I'm sitting on the couch reading, I've got my fingers between my toes.

Don't worry, I wash my hands before I jam them into my mouth...

gravatar srah - September 12, 2003 - 1:38 PM -

What good does it do you to wash your hands before you jam your toes into your mouth?

gravatar katie - September 12, 2003 - 2:34 PM -

Now srah. You're in graduate school for heaven's sake. You should know how to identify the subject of a pronoun. 'them', obviously, referred to 'paws'.

gravatar richard - September 12, 2003 - 2:38 PM -

and if my participle is dangling

I'll be sure to wash it before jamming it into anyone's mouth.

gravatar katie - September 12, 2003 - 4:35 PM -



gravatar srah - September 13, 2003 - 1:04 AM -

You're the one who took that to mean something dirty. Pervert yourself!

gravatar katie - September 13, 2003 - 2:43 PM -

And you knew exactly what I was thinking. A new inductee to the pervert club!

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