shoe whore

Everyone who knows Miss Janette and I must now
beg her to sell me her Fluevogs.

Heee!

I decree it thus.

(no subject)

I take photos of my legs way too often, according
to The Wee One. This is only one of several. I love
these stockings.

errrr...thanks?

The Wee One dropped by this evening with a big bag
full of Christmas presents for me. I got a tea reading
set (complete with tea cup and saucer), a Witches calender,
some chocolate, and a strange can with pictures of a cubed
black substance. Kind of like gothic cranberry sauce (the
jellied kind, that holds the shape of the can).

Yeah, she has no idea what the fuck it is, either. It says
"grass jelly" on the can. She just likes to buy strange
things for her friends as presents.

Carrie did a web search for me and came up with that it's...
well...grass jelly. And that it's commonly a drink. A cold
drink. Or put into a cold drink.

I'm afraid of it.
I fear the grass jelly.

Pika-FUCKED UP!

That tells you all about it.
I'm going to have to stick with that guy's opinion.
Despite the Engineer and Carrie leaning on me
to try it.