Yesterday one of my co-interns was wearing a fabulous pair of Frye boots. I lusted over them. I resolved to buy myself a pair someday. Then I resolved never to spend more than $300.00 on a pair of shoes. Now I am in a state of perpetual turmoil.
Then I went home and dreamt that I had my own pair of Frye boots. It began as a very happy dream. All of my friends and co-workers were very excited for me and my new boots. Then I looked down and discovered that my legs were covered in hair....thick, curly man-leg hair! It was awful! How could I not have noticed this when I decided to wear a mini-skirt with my Frye boots?
The dream went on and ultimately I had to shave the legs of one of my (male) staff doctors before I could shave my own legs and remedy the situation.
I have no idea what this all means....
Still distraught,
CBart
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2 comments:
you are a goofball.
one question: wasn't the weather yesterday a little hot for wearing boots?
If you compiled your posts, essays, poetry and randomness into a small paperback coffee table book, with ragged edges and a font that mimics an old, manual typewriter, printed on interesting, organic paper, interspersed, with doodles, and pictures of a scowling Charlie (on translucent tracing paper)...I would buy ten copies and give eight to my friends and family. One would be a backup for the first edition, which Legend will chew up.
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