I was going through my drafts file and deleting the ones that were either hopelessly outdated or abysmally written. I came upon this one, which is many months old, and asked myself, “What the hell was I talking about? What boots?”
I’ve lust in my heart, lust, for these boots. I’ve rerouted 2% of my neural pathways to accommodate my desire. This doesn’t have any impact on my overall functioning, I’ve temporarily borrowed from the 4% dedicated to the occasional dirty thought about [tag]Alan Rickman[/tag].
Then I clicked the link and said, “Those are nice looking.” I was about to bookmark the site when it occurred to me that those are the boots I’m wearing right now. And yes, I did have that conversation out loud. You got a problem with that?