those sandals. those are the best sandals.
not with socks tho, unless shoes are also involved, like "i just got home, fuck these shoes, but i cba to take off my socks yet"
Slightly different style than the ones I wear (mine are grey and don't have that wide seam around the foot), but basically they are these:
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I'd be about that sneakers life.
I’m not allowed to wear sneakers at work.
Dress shoes with closed toes only.
Not even flats?
god damn my gf stands all day in sneakers and it still kills her feet. i think with heels she's just break her legs with a hammer and claim worker's comp.
Birkenstocks are OK.
Crocs are p stupid.
Wearing socks with sandals is fucking retarded. Socks in general are the worst things.
something about those socks w sandals pics looks really comfortable, like i almost wanna do it
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Livejournal.com entry #3457
Still not over the death of my friend. Feeling guilty as shit about it. Our senior year of HS there was a group of 6 of us that always hung out, we had a major fight and all split up. I didn't talk to him for years until I found out he was in CA with us. We reconnected and he was always there with us for the holidays as he had no family out here except his grandma in Northern CA who he never met.
All of his stuff is sitting in my garage. The first few days we spent a lot of time sorting through stuff to donate to goodwill (already donated), stuff to sell and send money to JDRF research (starting to work on now), and stuff to send back home to friends who might want the stuff (still to do).
Guy kept EVERYTHING.
We had a project on Bonnie and Clyde we did in HS and he kept the posters and book report n' everything.
But the worst part is his journals. Dude was so depressed after we all stopped talking. So so so so so depressed. I've always had an easy time making friends, and these 6 weren't the only friends I had, so yeah it hurt, but not like this. It fills me with the worst feeling that I didn't try to make up with him sooner. It's hard. He had a note inside one about how he missed me so much. And he kept a note I had given him in HS saying we'd be best friends forever.
My mom wants me to throw the journals way, and she's right, but it's hard. I fee like if I discard them I'm discarding the pain he went through which isn't fair to him. And I know I'll never tell our friends what was in those journals. Probably wrong to even tell you guys, but I gotta get it off my chest.
in simplest terms;You can feel bad for him and what he had to go through, but you can't feel guilty for living your life.
Demo speaks truth.