I don't iron

Right now I'm wearing really pointy shoes with a shiny, no, *gleaming* snakeskin pattern. I'm shocked that people sitting here in this cafe aren't just lining up to kiss them, to be honest. I haven't worn them to school yet. I am leaving children behind in their knowledge of shoes.

Jen and I saw Wristcutters: A Love Story yesterday. I liked it a lot. Tom Waits was in it, and so was Gob. I liked the weirdness of the alternate place where they ended up - the tiny little train, the outfits, and all of it. And I liked that it was really a road movie in the end. I also watched the Japanese movie Linda, Linda, Linda, which was super fun. I can't get the song out of my head.

My time online is almost up (an hour per beverage purchase, which is silly). Lately I can't get online at home. Is it time to take another step toward adulthood and get my very own wireless account? It's a slippery slope. I'm worried that owning an iron would not be far behind.