These Boots Are Made For Walking
These Boots Are Made For Walking
2008-05-30 // 4:47 p.m.
Aahh, summer. Better than the last already!
There really wasn't a cure for the summertime blues, was there? I mean, I had nowhere to go. I ran 6 miles a day and what did I earn to show for it? I never got the Brigitte Bardot body I'd promised myself. I went literally straight from Sophia Loren, the year prior, to Twiggy. Now, all I've got are these Pam Tiffin legs, and Raquel Welch's One Million Years B.C. figure seems the most attainable.
Still, I'm better for it. Little by little I'm redefining beauty for myself, and beauty is sort of like love, once you find it: You don't care what anyone has to say about it because you've got you own strong opinions on it, and nobody is going to change your mind if you're confident about it. That probably only makes sense in my head, but hey, that's progress!
Speaking of love, I think the boy's come to realize that once you're in love, there's no escaping it. You've got to embrace it and stop trying to fight it within yourself 'cause it ain't goin' nowhere!
And speaking of Sophia, the little Sofie and her twinnie Levi, the children of my sista, are one of the best things to happen to my family. It's absurd to hear my road-enraged, militarily-driven father oinking and quacking at the entertainment of the little ones, but I think it's a step in the right direction. hahhaha.
Well, it's time to dance. Isn't it always?