{"id":230,"date":"2009-01-31T17:09:00","date_gmt":"2009-01-31T17:09:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/tdgsafety.wordpress.com\/2009\/01\/31\/walking-like-hammers\/"},"modified":"2009-01-31T17:09:00","modified_gmt":"2009-01-31T17:09:00","slug":"walking-like-hammers","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/foolish-house.local\/2009\/01\/31\/walking-like-hammers\/","title":{"rendered":"Walking like hammers…."},"content":{"rendered":"
i got out to a friend’s birthday gathering last night. I was walking a little further, a little longer, a little straighter. I had not gone all out, but I had some of my favorite clothes and silver, and was among some of my favorite people.<\/p>\n
I felt adorned<\/strong>.<\/p>\n I had utterly forgotten<\/em> how much I like to make an impression, an impact. How vain I really am. I’ve spent so much time dressed like an invalid in sweats and tees, ashamed of my limp and cane, that I had simply forgotten how much looking good rocks. <\/p>\n Some purchases were made today to continue to correct this problem. Fuck this. Time to start burning shit down again.<\/p>\n "It’s the wallet that says "Bad Motherfucker" on it.<\/em>" – Jules, Pulp Fiction<\/strong>
‘Pretty,<\/em> pretty.<\/em><\/strong>..’ – Frank Booth, Blue Velvet<\/strong><\/p>\n