We were so happy together. Our relationship brief but intense. We’d go out dancing until all hours or just lounge around drinking coffee.

We were so happy together, or so I thought. But today. Today the whole relationship ended, and it ended badly. And suddenly. I still don’t understand how it happened.

I was with a large group of fellow geeks this morning, happily watching the Matrix Reloaded. Yes, the lot of us did in fact take up a whole row. Halfway through the movie the poking started.

It was annoying, but I could ignore it. I should have seen the writing on the wall, but I managed to maintain a state of denial for a while. Then the pinching began. Persistent, annoying. I would go so far as to call it malevolent, that pinching.

In the back of my mind I knew that as soon as I got home, the relationship was over. It’s hard to drool over Carrie Ann Moss’s lovely ass when you’re aware, at least on a subconcious level, that you’re going to have an ugly little bruise on your breast by the time you leave.

This bra was a miracle of modern engineering. So sleek, so black, so perfect under spaghetti straps, yet cotton. Those of you who prefer black undergarments can understand why this is such a Happy Thing.

I’ve always harbored the fear that it was made by half-blind children in a sweatshop in Sri Lanka, or possibly by violent sex offender’s in the Washington State Prison system. I have to admit I never checked, if it had a checkered past I just didn’t want to know.

It was just such a good bra, how could it go so bad?

This post is part of the corrupted archives restoration and includes the old comments as text at the bottom of the post. Sorry if this is confusing.

Over the weekend I found the most amazing pair of go-go boots (kneehigh, thank you very much). Black. Suede. Perfect shape. 500 dollar boots for 35 in a vintage shop. Look like they’ve been worn twice, maybe. I’m not wild about buying other people’s shoes, but for these an exception was made.

I was going to write a nice long post about go-go boots, but go-go-boots.com pretty much has it covered. Nothing for me left to say on the subject other than watch some of their links, they aren’t all work-safe.

Posted by skarlet at September 24, 2002 08:48 AM | TrackBack
Go-Go boots. Good. Now wear ’em to the next phillyFREAKOUT, fercryinoutloud!

Should happen in November sometime. Check the site, and lemme know if you wanna be on the e-mail list.

Sam :)

Posted by: Mondo Sam at September 24, 2002 12:02 PM
Baby! Thanks for stopping by. I’ll be there in November, without question. :)

(I’m on the mailing list under my other email address).

Posted by: skarlet at September 24, 2002 12:10 PM
I miss being able to wear boots.
It’s hot here. Boots are just not an option unless you’re mucking around in the fields and mud.
I want to go buy new boots now.
I hear the siren call of go go boots…
You must post a photo of these news ones of yours!

Posted by: batgrl at September 24, 2002 12:37 PM
Hell of a find!

You go girl!

Posted by: C.C. at September 24, 2002 02:52 PM
i had no idea that people were that obsessed about boots. i mean, that site was crazy, man, crazy!

Posted by: kd at September 24, 2002 07:11 PM
You go girl!

No, CC. It would be, “You go-go.”

I’m sorry. It’s early and I’m barely caffeinated, but I couldn’t resist.

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Posted by: Ilencik at December 14, 2002 06:16 AM
Well I was looking for some punks boots that lace up I saw them in a magazine call “Twist” the singer that use these boots is Gwen Staffani. If you guys have magazine that I can see could you guys send them to me or else call me at {308}324-2166 Thanks

Posted by: Jessica Rodas at March 5, 2003 03:21 PM

I just needed to get that out there.

And now, a confession, if you will. I was using walmart on-line. This was a week or so ago when the leopard pants things started to get out of control. I thought for sure I could find them cheap at walmart and I’d heard they have a pretty good website so it seemed worth a shot. After a great deal of frustration I called the 800-number for a little customer support.

The conversation did not go well. Here’s how it concluded:
Walmart girl: (incredulous) Leopard print?
Me: Leopard print.
Walmart girl: (more incredulous) Leopard print?
Me: Leopard print.
Walmart girl: Like the kitty?
Me: Like the kitty.
Walmart girl: That’s tacky.
Me: Excuse me?
Walmart girl: That’s like, totally unfashionable.
Me: I’m not interested in your opinion, I just want to know if you carry leopard-print capris.
Walmart girl: No, I told you they aren’t fashionable. We do have really dope ones in a gingham pattern.
Me: Uh, thanks.

Yup, so there you have it. I was insulted by some high school student in New Jersey at a Wal-Mart call center.

I’m quite certain that a pair of leopard-print hotpants will solve all of my problems. Every last one of them.