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Sarah's been nagging me to throw out my old and worn fuzzy blue slippers ever since I bought my new pair several weeks ago. It's ripped, the soles are worn out (I duct-taped them, haha!) and they're as flat as a pancake from constant wear.
She's right, I should throw them away. I have a nice new pair which I've barely used, but I just can't bring myself to get rid of the old ones. I remember when I first bought them last year, I thought they were such a fantastic find! Whenever I was feeling down (which was often), I'd put them on, wriggle my toes and smile. They'd cheered me up so often last year, and I remember running around rez, tripping up and down the stairs, or freezing my ass off running from the South wing to the North in them. Sarah stole them for a whole weekend once, and I missed them. I'd troop downstairs ever so often to Kayla's and Di's in them, threatened to beat numerous people with 'em (or at least throw it in their direction)...
My fuzzy blue slippers. They're just so damn comfy, and comforting.

I guess I'm just stupidly sentimental.

Maybe I'll throw them tomorrow.

Currently listening to: Toni Braxton's You Mean The World To Me
Current emotion: silly
Random observation: Just spilt hot wax and burnt myself, ouch.