I Think That's Called ChuckTaylorism

I had to go to the mall today. Hold me!

It actually wasn't that bad. But still, hold me. I mean, it's Christmas Eve. Don't be chintzy with the hugs.

I don't think people go to the mall as much as they used to. I remember when I worked there when I was just out of high school, and there used to be a LOT more people at the mall back then. There wasn't even any Christmas music playing. Just the sound of consumerism. Or maybe it was McCarthyism. I don't really know what that means, I just wanted to fit McCarthyism into my blog so I sound all smart.

*twirls hair*

So anyway! I was at the mall and we were just about to leave, and I was walking by Finish Line when, what to my wondering eyes should appear? Why, it was a pair of plaid Chuck Taylor's! I felt drawn to them, like a moth to a computer monitor in a dark room, fluttering against the glass barrier that will forever keep me from the object of my instinctual desire.

Oh, no, okay that's just the glass display case. So the door is over - yeah, ha ha, no, no I see it now. I'll just.. go INSIDE the store. Right, then.

They had a pair mostly in my size. I mean, it's cool. I'll wear socks and just tie them really tight. I don't CARE. They are beautiful and I never buy myself anything like that EVER. And it's Christmas and I got a bonus .... and you know I worked hard for that bonus!

Look how cute they are!