What would Carrie Do?

I began this blog four years ago to tell my story as an intern in New York City. It quickly turned in to more than that. I wrote that entire summer about my feeligs and my life then I abandoned it. My friends urged me to start writing again. Therefore I decided to pick my laptop back up and begin to spill my emotions. I hope you enjoy and I hope my words help you work somethings out.

Friday, June 10, 2005

Feet going in so many directions

Have you ever noticed feet? Not shoes, but actual feet, toes to be exact. I know, I know, that is a wierd question to ask. But, I do, notice feet that is. I always have. I attribute it to the fact that I dislike my own. I wondered if it was a fetish, but came to the conclusion that it can't be because I am not turned on by feet, and I don't find them interesting at all. I think that I just obsessively compare feet, other people's, and my own.

Yeah, it is wierd how many feet there are in a place Like New York City, All going different directions. But I must say I am having a bit of a blast examining toes. Most people here have UGLY feet. So it makes me feel really good about mine. Most women don't bother to get pedicures, and the men, we won't even get started on them.

Just yesterday I was walking on 5th ave when a guy said to me, "You have the most beautiful feet I have ever seen, I bet they taste good too." He grossed me out, not because he wanted to taste my hot sweaty, unpedicured toes, but because he said that I had the most beautiful feet he had ever seen. He was full of crap. Imagine that, me with pretty feet. Huh.

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