Boots

The world I live in is funny and it doesn't make any sense, but I don't make any sense, so me and the world work well together. I like clothes that I don't buy. I wish I had more money. I really love shoes a lot. I've decided that I am going to start documenting shoes, everywhere I go, the pretty ones at least. I like shiny things, and shiny things are hip, therefore I am hip. That is how it works right? I am a hipster, right? I really like boots. Hipsters like boots, or something like that, so I'm hip, right? I hope so. I hope people like me. I hope I fit in and people think about me when I'm not there. I hope that they wish I was there. Hippies are the original hipsters, or something like that. Hippies started hip. Before hippies nothing was hip. Everything was Leave it to Beaver or a desperate housewife strung out on Valium and fumes. Oh, those were the days. Innocence and whit picket fences. I hope to never have a house with a fence. I like rainbows a lot, as well as gay people. Gay people seem to really get along with me. Men and women alike. I enjoy their company. Everything feels safer in the company of a fag or two. They are nice. I still really love shoes. If they were cheaper or I were richer I would own more shoes. Life is not so simple. I don't even like to wear shoes. I just like to have them and look at them. I really like winter, but I also really like bonfires and the weather is getting to be just a bit too chilly for bonfires. I could never wear thigh-high boots, I would feel silly. But I should never say never because one day I'm sure I will. They are wild. I'm bringing the 30's back, the fashion at least. Everything was cool. Beck is cool. He's the coolest guy I've ever seen. I wish I was more like him.