Half Nekkid Pay Back
Some of you are aware that I have a relationship with Anna of Annaland. When I say relationship I mean that we met online through our blogs, exchanged obscenities and went our individual merry ways. One day I posted a picture of my favorite sandals: 
and Anna mocked my shoes with a sneer and a smug look of self-righteousness. She called them "Gladiator Shoes" and thusly have they been known ever since. So much so, in fact that on a recent trip to The County of The Orange I brought my Gladiator Shoes. I wasn't WEARING them that day, I just brought them to show Anna. To make her crazy. In case you think this mean-spirited and just plain fucked up, take a look at what she posted on her blog not too long ago:
This picture was accompanied by this post because she is paranoid AND a crazy, blonde, afro wearing bitch. Back to the story. I am slightly drunk (during the story, not right now), I drag Anna out of her wreck of a house (she says she's remodeling but I think she just went on a drunken festival of hormonal rage and tore shit up) and I grab my precious sandals out of the car. She is so offended by their obvious beauty and grace that she almost vomits right on the sidewalk. It is at that moment (or one just like it) when Teddy Bear finds out that my Gladiator Shoes were named by Anna. He had no idea. He just thought I was odd, I suppose, naming my shoes and all.
This is my long-winded way of saying "IN YOUR FACE ANNA! YOU CANNOT LOOK AWAY FROM THE SHOES!" Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday, people.
and Anna mocked my shoes with a sneer and a smug look of self-righteousness. She called them "Gladiator Shoes" and thusly have they been known ever since. So much so, in fact that on a recent trip to The County of The Orange I brought my Gladiator Shoes. I wasn't WEARING them that day, I just brought them to show Anna. To make her crazy. In case you think this mean-spirited and just plain fucked up, take a look at what she posted on her blog not too long ago:
This picture was accompanied by this post because she is paranoid AND a crazy, blonde, afro wearing bitch. Back to the story. I am slightly drunk (during the story, not right now), I drag Anna out of her wreck of a house (she says she's remodeling but I think she just went on a drunken festival of hormonal rage and tore shit up) and I grab my precious sandals out of the car. She is so offended by their obvious beauty and grace that she almost vomits right on the sidewalk. It is at that moment (or one just like it) when Teddy Bear finds out that my Gladiator Shoes were named by Anna. He had no idea. He just thought I was odd, I suppose, naming my shoes and all.
This is my long-winded way of saying "IN YOUR FACE ANNA! YOU CANNOT LOOK AWAY FROM THE SHOES!" Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday, people.
Labels: Gladiator Shoes, HNT
posted by Sam at
12:54 AM
6 Comments:
Gladiator shoes or not I LOVE EM. Of course the toenail polish just adds so much to em hehe. I need to find me a pair like that.
Happy HNT
The irony of your post is: Yesterday I came down with food poisoning. Not a bad case, but a case nonetheless. Random vomiting. Saw your shoes - and just barely right now - I threw up in my mouth... literally.
Thanx.
You have very pretty feet/toes. I love nicely polished toes. They 'make' a woman for me. :)
HappyHNT!
I followed a link from BBM.
You...crack my shit UP. So does Anna. Seriously.
To be honest, they remind me of something my mom used to wear in the 70's.
But that doesn't take away from the fact that Gladiator Shoes could possibly be a good name for a rock band.
*strokes the gladiator shoes*
Do you have the matching body armor and pleated leather skirt?
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