my shoes could eat your shoes

Nike lobster shoes, you are rad. Oh, and can "lobsterize" be added to the dictionary, pretty please? I really feel that somehow, someday, there will be the perfect opportunity to toss it into conversation. Oh, you just wait. (Via Kitsune Noir).

I had lunch today with my long lost partner in crime, my best friend since seventh grade who I lived with for four years and now only see every couple months because we live too far apart. We were seated on the breezy deck of a small italian place a block away from my work, with a carafe of chilled water and iced tea and hot plates of food. It was really good to catch up.

My notes for the roman à clef are coming along nicely. It's a bit nostalgic, but mostly a relief to be treading in different waters these days. I think things are turning out the way I had always wanted. Although I still need a house, a dog, a vintage typewriter, and a walk-in closet. Then I'll be set.