Apr 27 2006
the death of the flip flops
Okay, yes, I have been wearing these flip flops for three years. Sure, I can afford a new pair. I mean, it’s not like these were made by Prada, or anything. It’s just that I like to wear shoes until they can’t be worn anymore. I’m not sure, but I think I may have gotten to that point with this particular pair of shoes… you know, because when they fall completely apart, then maybe — just maybe — they’re not wearable anymore. You can’t see this in either of these pictures, but the sole underneath the toes is completely worn away, and people have been telling me for at least the past year and a half that perhaps I should look into getting a new pair. And it’s not like I don’t own other pairs of flip flops, because I do. It’s just that none of the other pairs of flip flops I have happen to be these flip flops. These are the best. They have monkeys painted on the footbeds. Monkey shoes! Woe!
Yep. Just another one of those pointless things I thought I’d share because I have totally run out of material.




sparkle on the monkey train!
Did you say sparkle on the monkey train?
I don’t know… I think these can be fixed…
Well, the side ripped, so probably not. Unless I get out the duct tape, which is an option I’m keeping open for the time being.