fatvegan

I finally threw out my shoes last week. The soles had almost completely fallen off and flapped around every time I lifted my foot. It wasn't very becoming. They made an unpleasant noise every time they flapped, which made me feel ashamed. And so they were thrown in the bin out the front of my accounting lecture. Thrown out will apple cores and fast food packaging. It felt a little undignified, for shoes they I'd inherited from my father and I had owned for five or six years.

I was actually just trying to think of a title for Soul Survivor, and got distracted.

Top stuff all you Soul Survivor folk. You put on a good gig.