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Tuesday, September 17, 2002

I name all my shoes. And not just "the fuck-me boots" or anything like that. I name the individual shoes. That way, see, when I'm looking for an individual shoe, I can call it by name. There's my everyday sandals - Harry and Sally - and my strappy formal heels - Evangeline and Beatrice - and my red sneakers - Jean and Maddie - and my heeled boots - Bonnie and Clyde. Not to mention the new, incredibly cool boots, which are called Loki and Bartleby. The only pair to not have individual names are the God Boots, but that's a long story all by itself.

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