.chewed.

We didn't have an issue with chewing up my shoes...until we did. 

Pair #3.

And the worst part of all? They were my favorite pair of all.

Of all…6 pairs of Chucks I had. I am now down to 3 in a matter of three weeks.

A pair a week huh Zuri?

Now, those of you that don't wear chucks just won’t understand the heartbreak I am going through right now.

I think I might cry.

These were the BEST pair of shoes ever.

Fuck, I wore them year round.

Who the hell cares if it was raining - they saw Irene.

They saw the Denver blizzard of 2012 (ok the day after, but still who wears Chucks in the winter?). They were just…

Perfectly worn in. The last time I tied/untied the shoelaces were…

Time out: I think I can hear my neighbors having sex.

Awkward.

Relocating.

Point is. I loved them. And now my Little Fucker (I would have called her Little Shit but that name was already given to the one and only Niño) done ate ‘em up.

Fuck.

Niño and I. 

Thankfully I get paid tomorrow. Gonna pay my bills, go grocery shopping and put gas in my car. Then I am going to drive down to a DSW and find the same pair. And possibly the sweet bright blue double tongue I had with the polka dot inner tongue. The poor pair that met its fate last week. And maybe, just maybe, I’ll get a third pair that is all sorts of awesome.

Ok. I’m going way overboard here.

But, once again, the point is - I’m heartbroken.

Though I cannot help but lay here on the couch with you curled up below me, petting the shit out of you. Why is it so hard to stay pissed off at her?

Fucker.

Gonna attempt making chicken curry from scratch on Saturday. Hope it turns out tasty. Contreras and K-Dub, don’t worry…I won’t be sending you guys this recipe. For two reasons:

1. Contreras, it will be too spicy.

2. K-Dub, there will be way too many ingredients for you.

That said, I hope it’s actually edible.

I had a pretty crappy day at work today.

I HATE PANEL.

89 paged survey.

*head desk*

Went to meet Steph and Lena at Tattered Cover after work. One of my favorite places ever! On the way down, I found myself whistling and almost skipping down the sidewalk.

Wait - didn’t I just say that I had a pretty crappy day at work?

As I neared the bookstore, I took a look up at the clouds, and to the North-ish it was all cloudy. The sky just looked creepy. I looked over my shoulder to the South-West-ish, and the sky couldn’t have been bluer.

So I turn the corner, and walked around the Tattered Cover truck, and well, I was hit in the face with flakes.

Snow flakes.

A lot of them.

At once.  

Didn’t think anyone else was out there to notice what had just happened, but a lady walking around the other side of the building did. She stopped in her tracks and saw the baffled look on my face.

“What the hell just happened?” she asked.

“I have no fucking idea.”

I said this out loud for the first time last night to my friend Chris.

Moving here pretty much saved my life.

I want to edit that statement a bit.

Moving here, and the people I choose to surround myself with, pretty much saved my life.