it's like english trailer trash, except they don't live in trailers

I don't see the connection, but then again, I had to actually find my shoes before I could look up what brand and style they were, as I had no idea. So, seeing no connection could mean absolutely nothing.

For the record, I don't live in a trailer, but that doesn't mean I don't know many people who do. It is Missouri, after all.

Now that I think about it, there is a trailer park down the road from my house. Maybe I'm guilty by association?

consider yourself an honourary chav, luxinterior.

This means so much more to me this time, I don't know why. I think the first time I hardly felt it because it was all too new. But I want to say 'thank you' to you. I haven't had an orthodox career. And I've wanted more than anything to have your respect. The first time I didn't feel it. But this time I feel it. And I can't deny the fact that you like me... right now... you like me. Thank you.

you're going to have to be less gracious if you're going to make it as a chav

I'd burglarize a home or something, but it's raining outside.

that's the spirit!

You have to stomp a cat to death, say the police are 'grasses', stab old people... the works.

Two out of three ain't bad.

She's near the trailer park!
Yeesh!
For the love of god, pay attention!

Saturnine is IN the trailer park.

Washington. We're building a two-story Wal-Mart right across from the Wal-Mart we already have.

And yourself?

I'll be sure to tell Nick Cave that you think his legs and shoes are hot.

Being unintentionally gay is nothing to be ashamed of.

So does Saturnine live in a trailer park?

She doesn't really live anywhere. That's kind of the deal with being homeless. Currently, she is sleeping in the trailor park and using the local library's intarwebs and lavatories.

Oh, that's cute ;) I hope all the acid helps!

She just forgets she's homeless when she's on the acid.

I hope she remembers she's homeless soon, it's not healthy being delusional..

I don't care about her health.

I would post a picture of me if I were less drunk and I had a camera.

^Same

I haven't posted here in awhile~

Whoa, very Blue Velvet, Anngella

Uhm.. thanks?~

You're welcome :)

That's sad. You should care about your health.

That is very strange to me. No one should be aware of the existence of Washington--not even the people who live here. Really though, it completely freaks me out knowing that you're familiar with the place. Sometimes it feels like an island, and I'm just Gilligan, sitting in a hammock all day because what else is there to do, you know?

I actually live near the Wal-Mart, but closer to the movie theater than anything else if we're talking about famous Washington landmarks (and boy are they). I don't care much for that part of town because most of it is new and completely soulless. They are always building a new shopping center or subdivision, and in the meantime all of downtown Washington is going out of business (but then again, people keep opening up incredibly stupid shops downtown, like this one place that specializes in frogs). After college, if I move back here, I want to get a small place downtown because I won't have to drive so much, and I couldn't afford a house in the more upscale parts of Washington anyways. I know I'm going to be terribly homesick when I leave. I'm one of those losers who is always miserable on vacations.

Cough, mm hmm. Yeah I can see the bugs crawling under the grass.

After which I'm assuming you underwent therapy, and that's why you're able to lead a normal and healthy life like you do today.

So your Wal-Mart experience was really that bad, huh.

oh snap! saturine used to be a chashier at wall-mart!?

these are mine:





these are my brother's no sweats:

Pink laces, neat.

Seeing my dad wear Converse high tops has left me permanently sickened by the thought of them. Maybe it would be okay if he were a basketball coach or something. Heck, if that were the case, he could wear those kind with the flames on the side for all I care. But he's an accountant, and he's rich, and he can afford shoes that actually look decent on a 50-year-old man. I'm sure I'm just bitter because his income makes his lifestyle more relaxed than that of mine, my brothers, and my mom. But since I don't like to admit to having emotions, I'm content with blaming it all on his shoes. Which are totally ridiculous, but that should be apparent by now.

when did this thread became a "post a picture of your shoes" thread???
i missed something...well,i like shoes,anyway.

these are the ones that I have.