Shopping For Shoes

<center><img src="" alt = "My Black Nike Prestos" border="0"></center>
It's been five, six years since I went out shoppping for clothes. Not the occasional T-shirt type of shopping, but buying clothes to replace the ones that are badly in need of a substitution. Before you think I blew a thousand bucks on an entire wardrobe, I just bought a pair of shoes, a pair of jeans, a shirt and two pairs of shorts. The three pairs of jeans I wear were bought in Chicago in my short work stint there back in the winter of '96.
I'm dead boring that way. Most people who know me often tell me that I've never changed a bit. I wear clothes till they die on me. In some cases they dye on me. That happens when dear old sister accidentally drops a deep red ribbon into the washing machine. My hairstyle has pretty much stayed the same since infancy. I have a pack of <a href="" target="_blank">Twix</a> and a <a href="" target="_blank">Dole</a> Apple or Pineapple Citrus juice. I would reveal many more habits, but that'd make it way too easy for anyone to assasinate me.
My old Nikes wore out, so I bought myself a pair of Nike Prestos. They are to feet what T-shirts are to the body. Those are my new shoes up there. Really. The photo was taken this morning on my kitchen floor. $29.95. Quite a steal.
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