i’m the michael jackson of footwear.
ever since the removal of my cast and addition of my rockin boot, i’ve been having this strange reoccurring thought. the boot should be worn with a sock at all times, however i do not wear socks with my favorite pair of ugg slippers (save the grossed out groans for someone who cares, you crazy ugg-with-sock-wearers, [cough, ashley]. that australian sheepskin feels wicked good between my toes, yo). so, when i take off my ‘shoes’ to lay on my bed and watch gilmore girls, i tend to end up with a socked foot crossing ankles with his naked twin.
and do you know what the first thought that crosses my mind is? not, ‘oh my other foot’s cold, i should put on another sock,’ or ‘haha that’s weird [then removing said sock].’ no. my bored-out-of-my-mind, desperately-craving-any-form-of-pseudo-entertainment thought process, when i notice i’m wearing only one sock is, “i’m totally the michael jackson of footwear.”
thats right. i’m wearing one sock and mj wore only one glove. and feet are to hands; as socks are to gloves. therefore, i am the michael jackson of footwear.
unless - of course- you consider the possibility that socks are more comparable to mittens and gloves are closer in similarity to shoes. you know - if you take in to account the degree of functionality versus level of cozyness.
either way, i’m going to learn to moonwalk as part of my physical therapy.
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