i think i'm a social retard. i can't shop for clothes or shoes without panic attacks it would seem. and the less said about visiting the hairdressers the better.
anyway. I bought a new pair of boots to replace my beautiful but sadly dead old ones, for £85, of which £70 was given to me by my dad (presummably reward for the long service of the last ones, festive cheer, or the fatherly knowing that i could in no way afford to buy my own from anywhere other than Dolcis), and now have the fear that, had I, like ordinary people, had been able to spend more than 10 minutes in the shop, I might have reconsidered.
If i were a dwarf, they would be knee high. Mid shin boots. Black. Nice. Tel me I'm not a moron and that my mum won't accuse me of gayness again: