Oh the Angst!

[robinbloke]

Shoes. Shoe insoles, I tell you, it's the end; the damn thing wouldn't lie flat in the bottom of my shoe, it was all crumpled and everything - wobbly I tell you distinctly wobbly. It took me three goes to put my shoe on this morning, three how could anyone cope with that? Plus I swear I heard it muttering about me in my sleep last night, plotting with my socks - who also hate me - plotting to make my foot really uncomfortable and itchy all day long, it's beyond description, terrible and evil I tell you! Shoes! Shoes are brought to the world to make my life hell and insoles will be baiting me with pitchforks in the afterlife.
Ahem.
Weekend results now in; L(A)RP is definately beginning to bore me, apart from the big moshes. I have a new frock coat (one good outcome of the myriad of pirates at The Gathering) and life is basically not too bad at all really.
Even if I caught my insoles passing a note to the carpet to plot to trip me over later, swines. I'll get them, and their little dog-end too.
This weeks moods will be sponsored by geometry, hence mathematical symbols and formulae will be used to describe them all, as much as I can be bothered.

Comments

[kittenonthekeys.livejournal.com]

*just plain giggles at you*

[omentide.livejournal.com]

I have also had problems with insoles in the past.

Then Colm's dog chewed them when I was in the shower. They have been no trouble since.