ye olde crapfest

i was thinking this morning about a trip to the boston road goodwill, maybe... four or five years ago(?). it was back when gravis court was The Place to Be, where you'd always find j.bun in some shiny pants and a slightly-sideways hat standing at the kitchen counter "pumping out the jamz" on nickalicious's old dmx. me and j.tall (and maybe someone else?) were just dickin' around. i believe we'd gone to kroger and just pit-stopped at the goodwill for the hell of it. anyways, i digress...

that particular day at the goodwill, i spied a box about the size of a baby's coffin, maybe a little smaller. on it was a very late-70s, early-80s woman dressed in the style of disney's "mousercise" (a la lilac leotard and pink leg warmers accented with matching pink sweatbands on the arms and head), only THIS woman was hanging by her boots from a rod in her closet. i realized quickly that these were no ordinary boots. no, in fact they were gravity boots, and they were there, available TO ME.

so did i buy them? of course not.

now, let me clarify. i have NO IDEA what normal people use gravity boots for. a quick google search tells me that modern gravity boots are very high-tech and sporty, and cost about 90 dollars. so i'm assuming people use them for exercise. but also, something keeps telling me that i've heard rumors that folks use them for the sexulation as well. i'm naive, what can i say.

so why did i want them? i'm not sure. exercise? sexulation? i haven't a clue. what i do know is that i've had slight pangs of regret stemming from that fateful day ever since. i'm quite convinced that i've missed out on a million awesome anti-gravity-type things as a result.



well, i've successfully killed a half hour composing this pointless tale.

in other news, i just got my FREE digital scales from some online postage company. i will totally use them! to weigh postage! and stuff!