to talk like this and act like that
i wear big boots.
last year i gave up on being trendy or even remotely stylish and just went out and bought myself a badass pair of men's size eight sorel boots. they make a clump noise when i walk and are uglier than sin, but god i love them. truth be told, i pretty much feel invincable against the elements in them. after all, what kind of weather wants to fuck with a pair of boots like mine?
ice. ice definately likes to fuck with my boots.
i re-discovered this today. i also discovered that i can- technically- do the splits without ripping my pants and that my bionic knee can withstand quite the hit and not re-shatter into a million pieces.
it still bruises like a motherfucker though.