For the time being, please be amused by the fact I have come back to tell you about the horrendous blisters I have on my heels from wearing my boots today. Holy hell. I knew they were bad when the back of my shoes started feeling sticky. The telltale sign of oozing blood and pus. Sure enough, when I took my shoes off later, my socks were a bloody mess.
When I got home, I went to wash off the blood (and probably faeces, to be honsies). I can't even remember the last time I felt such acute pain. It was kind of amusing at the same time. I'd hit it with a jet of water and there'd be a lag period. I wouldn't feel anything. "Oh good, maybe it has passed." And then it would come like a throbbing wave of torture.
At last count, I now have five blisters on my feet. Three from running and two (horrendous) ones from wearing boots today. That is so wrong. I would go as far as to call that ungentlemanly. I know that feet are ugly as sin and, in general, the most heinous part of the human body (except maybe the genitals? Is it asexual of me to say that genitalia are grotesque in appearance and in other functional capacities?) but it is just so wrong to abuse them so.
That's my new life philosophy, by the way. Be gentlemanly.
At last count, I now have five blisters on my feet. Three from running and two (horrendous) ones from wearing boots today. That is so wrong. I would go as far as to call that ungentlemanly. I know that feet are ugly as sin and, in general, the most heinous part of the human body (except maybe the genitals? Is it asexual of me to say that genitalia are grotesque in appearance and in other functional capacities?) but it is just so wrong to abuse them so.
That's my new life philosophy, by the way. Be gentlemanly.
That is all for now. Continue bracing yourself for my super sick blog post.
J
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