rainboots and eskimos


there always was and always will be that little girl wiping the curl from her face as she kicks the the pebbles of the blacktop into oblivion, doing so perfectly with the tool of her shiney new red rainboots.squealing in utter delight as her mother yields to her daughter's request to wear them on a hot dry day, she will prance into school with a pristine air and be the first in line to go outside at playtime.

every feasable trick, stunt, game, and activity performed on the playground could be executed with confidence and ease when she wears shiney red rainboots. skip it? the pink plastic ball could go around twice as much and twice as fast with the rubber trunk as support.
hopscotch?forget it, she can jump skillions of times higher, longer, and more elegantly than the girly girls wearing maryjanes(those shoes are just asking to be scuffed)
she is more desirable to be chased by the boys and can run much faster from them while enjoying the delicious(like pickles and cake, noah) skerky swerky sound they make when left and right touch.
they will kick the air like red bladed scissors flailing in the sky when she launches from the swing-admiring the puff of dirt that clouds around her boots, sprinkling red with gold when she lands miles away from the swing
and finally, the last and most difficult trick, she is able to hang upside down on the metal bars without falling out of her boots (curling her toes and wishing really hard)


she will also will nag and torment the other children who wear only keds and imitation converse. she will revel in her glorification and be the prettiest most special seven year old on the planet- but just for a day

i, a 21 year old hot rocking babe, recieved a giant package about two or three days ago from my adoring sister kathy. i made no effort to repress my glee as i smiled at all the kids leaving the post office empty handed.i walked the long way home.
i knew sexaclty what the box would contain, but i didnt know that my eskimo boots would be that damn hot. after wiping the flipped bang out of my face, i decided to wear(albeit one of the coldest days in fall thus far) my boots with a tight sweatershirt/ frayed denim miniskirt combo. i was relentlessy sexy. kicking my pom poms here there and everywhere, i gallavanted about my hallway with such juvenile pride and viciousness. "where are your hot new cheskimo boots?" i chided,"oooooh wait, you dont have any!

i could do everyhting better,more efficiently, and prettier than if i were merely wearing my worn out kicks.i accepted all praise and adoration from strangers, being the sexiest, cutest, and most egotistical cheskimo girl in the whole universe.(i know this from taking astronomy).
but just for one day.