Reading harold_maude's journal

At the tone the time will be 12:23 A.M. Do you know where your socks are?

Socks are important. They keep your feet from freezing in the winter and keep them clean while your feet are nestled inside your shoes.

I wonder if feet ever feel like protesting against being locked inside shoes for hours on end. I wonder if they want to just look up one day and say "that's it. I've had it and if you try to stuff me in those things one more time, I'm getting together with every other body part and we are going on strike.
I don't see you putting the hands inside uncomfortable things.
They get pampered while we do all the work. We carry you around and make sure you hit the right pedal when your driving and we never get a break!"

I've been keeping my feet as bare as possible lately. I hate shoes. I hate how when they start breaking down, my feet are miserable and then I am too.
I would love to be in a place where I never had to wear shoes again.
I think my feet would be happy being naked all the time.

...no job yet...almost homeless again...food is running out...too tired and too wired to know what to do anymore...but still under the crazy emotions I am at peace.
I have no clue as to why.

nite all.

It only looks that way because your standing on your head.