1) Sock garters. I want! What are they called, stays or something? They are cool. This is from The Sartorialist, and I can’t figure out how to link to the actual post, so I will just link to the site. How cute is this girl? I sort of have a massive crush on her for some reason today. (Full disclosure: I always have a crush on urban bike grrrls, doesn’t everyone? Do I date myself by using the term “grrrls”? It’s still so apt, I will never let it go! It’s still my ringtone too!!)
2) I was in NYC a bit last week, and I realized I have a pretty major fetish for watching women in high heels (and, preferably, tights and short shorts) climb up out of the subway. I love the back of women’s legs as they climb stairs so much it almost causes me physical pain. The past few days were perfect heels + shorts + tights weather, and I sort of just wanted to sit on a bench and drink it all in for hours. I’m not someone who can pull off or would even want to wear such a combo (well, yeah, shorts and tights, yes. Heels, no.), maybe that’s why it gives me such deep pleasure?
3) I had a mini Facebook fight yesterday (what else is new?) and I wrote a pretty snotty response to someone who responded to my awesome status update of “Oh hey, I’ll be accepting “You were so right, I was so wrong” crow-eating comments anytime about Obama, by the way…I’m waiting…” (which was prompted by this). I was hoping the dude would respond with “that was mean” because I had the BEST RESPONSE: “to non-vegans and dudes, yep. I’ve never found a reason not to be.” (said someone was indeed a non-vegan dude).
And while I was sending him brain waves to write what I wanted,* I realized that I have like four dudes in my life (three on Facebook, one of whom I have never met) who I just can’t not be mean to. How horrible is that? I can just tell, even in the case of the one I’ve never met, exactly the type of dude they are—the kind that needs to be taken down a peg. It’s a horrible trait of mine that I can never not be the taker downer. Fuckin’ dudes. Why can’t they just leave me alone, so I am not forced to insult them?
Where are some nice calves I can look at to calm me down?
*There is something SERIOUSLY WRONG WITH MY LIFE. Yes, I know that. I need to get off Facebook, I know that too.