Oct 13 2006
I Went With Him
I go to him, “Does this go with my dress?”
and he goes, like, “I like, like those other shoes better.”
So I go, “But those other shoes are like, SO HIGH.”
and then he goes, “Yeah, but the color is so like, RED, and they make your legs like, SEXY, which I really, like, like. You know?”
I am feeling like, SO ANNOYED ‘cuz he KNOWS those shoes hurt and we’re like, going dancing after, so I’m like, crossing my arms and giving him, you know, MY LOOK, and tapping my cute new shoes which he didn’t like, NOTICE ’cause he’s all like, INTO those red shoes, why I even ask him I HAVE NO IDEA, I must be like, STOOPID.
Then he goes, “Don’t you give me YOUR LOOK. Like, you asked me what I thought and I like, TOLD YOU. So wear whatever shoes you gonna wear and let’s just go, okay?”
And I’m like, “OK, I just don’t know what is with you and like, those red shoes, it’s like some kinda total FETISH or something.”
And THEN he does that THING, you know, that THING I hate, where he just kinda rolls his eyes and curls his lip and he goes, kinda undertone-like, “Whatever.” Like, you know, he could care less.
I just wanted to like scream! But then he goes, “We’re like, running kinda late here, you know?”
and then I see he’s right, we’re like totally late, but then I go, “Wait! I gotta go before we go!”