Day 58: old shoes

My lame ass sister M stole my new Rocket Dog shoes. I discovered that they were missing this morning when I was searching EVERYWHERE for my comfy shoes that replaced these old ones [as shown above].

Rocket Dog shoes are the world's most comfiest shoes ever. And the ones shown above were literally falling apart and so shabby looking that I had to replace them with new ones.

 

Now my ass of a sister M stole them and has run away with them, to Bristol, and I will never see the shoes again. I'm mega pissed off. Mainly because those were the only shoes I could wear that were flat, comfy and rocket dog ones. So pissed off you won't believe.

 

They were MY shoes. Not hers. MY shoes. I hate sharing shoes. If anything you should never share shoes. For a start feet have bacteria.

I'm so pissed off right now.

 

And I despise my sister M not only because of this. She comes home and steals whatever, says she's borrowing such and such. And I never see them ever again. My clothes are a fine example. I hate it. And then she buys say a Christmas present for you [which you will blatantly hate] and she'll say she'll take it back to the shop and return it for you, but she never gives you another gift [or she keeps the gift for herself] and well, how sly is that?

 

gaaaaaaaaah. I am now smart shoe-less. Now whenever I need smart shoes I will have to wear these shabby looking pair.

 

sisters suck.

 

I am now officially sulking to all family members in a protest to get my shoes back.

Done