The boot

I bought this boot yesterday.

A salesman named Abraham talked me into it. I walked into the store and he, probably sensing my hopelessness, asked me if he could help me, and I explained that I needed a high boot that would fit around my calves. Then I sat down and let him bring me a number of different options. This one won, after I spent about 45 minutes tugging boots on and off and sweating profusely. I worried momentarily about butt sweat. It was not pretty.

So now all I need is a reason to dress like a hooker. Curse you, Jessica Simpson, and your slutty footwear.

In other news, I have decided I may not be blogging daily, starting ... now. I sometimes am just blogging to blog -- if it is a weekday, I feel I should blog, because I blog Monday through Friday, but if I have nothing of interest to say then you're just coming here for no reason and reading another mind-numbing post that you probably could have done without. The Internet is filled with drivel. I am going to try to provide you with less of that.