Saturday, May 20, 2006

If any man says he hates war more than I do, he better have a knife, that's all I have to say.

i'm not exactly sure when it happened or how exactly it happened but...i have become a shoe whore.

and if you are disgusted like i am slightly frighten by this; don't look in my closet. since moving to evanston (since i started paying for my everything...minus my mobile) the number of shirts i own has doubled, my skirts have raised ten fold, and my pants! have most certainly tripled. i blame what i call the 14-odd-years of hand-me-downs liberation. in no way being serious; it has changed my life.

...i also blame nordstoms rack, the urban outfitters additional 50% off sale items, and gap being convently next door to p*nea.

...and debit cards.

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If you think that a kiss is all in the lips
C'mon, you got it all wrong, man
And if you think that our dance was all in the hips
Oh well, then do the twist
If you think holding hands is all in the fingers
Grab hold of the soul where the memory lingers and
Make sure to never do it with the singer
'Cause he'll tell everyone in the world

What he was thinking about the girl
Ya, what he's thinking about the girl, oh

A lot of people get confused and they bruise
Real easy when it comes to love
They start putting on their shoes and walking out
And singing "boy, I think I had enough"

Just because she makes a big rumpus
She don't mean to be mean or hurt you on purpose, boy
Take a tip and do yourself a little service
Take a mountain turn it into a mole

So now you're mad, denying the truth
And it's hidden in the wisdom in the back of your tooth
Ya need ta spit it out, in a telephone booth
While ya call everyone that you know, and ask 'em

Where do you think she goes
Oh ya, where d'ya suppose she goes, oh

The truth well you know there's no stoppin' it
And the boat well ya know she's still rockin' it

The boat ya you know she's still rockin' it
And the truth ya you know there's no stoppin' it

You recognize with your back in the back?
That it's colder when she rocks the boat
But it's the cause hittin on the Cardinal Laws?
'bout the proper place to hang her coat

So to you, the truth is still hidden
And the soul plays the role of a lost little kitten but
You should know that the doctors weren't kiddin?
She's been singing it all along

But you were hearin' a different song

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

What's also kinda wierd is how I'm involved in this too. Several of those shoes came about through my direct intervention.

anya said...
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anya said...

i know! i meant to add that in there, because it's so true...at least four of those pairs i wouldn't have if it weren't for you.

with the help of husayn, i am a shoe whore.

Anonymous said...

I know what you mean! A year ago I owned maybe three pairs of shoes, and now, I've packed four pairs of shoes for the summer and keep panicing, wondering how I'll get by with just four pairs.

Katie

Anonymous said...

p.s. "panicing" looks weird. Is it "panicking"? That looks weird too. How do you spell it?

Katie

Anonymous said...

p.p.s. yes, I posted anonymously because I'm too lazy to type in my username and password. I'm on vacation.

Katie

Anonymous said...

I think it's panicking, although it does look wierd. Panicing I think has something do with cakes and pans, but I could be way off there.