I'm sitting at work, listening to a terrible dance remix of that cheezy "Forever Young" song -- I really wish I never ever had to hear this song ever again -- and deciding whether or not to put these little spikes onto my shoes. Eva gave them to me last night. They used to be on a bracelet she had. I remember in high school people used to take these spikes and put them through the little shoelace holes on their Converse. And damn, that was sooo cooool. I also thought about going and getting those little sockets they can surgically implant in your head so you can put metal spikes in them and have them stick out of your head. I decided against that because I like to comb.
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