Suffering for my ideals

See the "New Romantics" sign in the Fleuvog window.
Go in and see brand new pointy shoes.
Love the pointy shoes.
Buy the pointy shoes.
Walk home in the pointy shoes - hey that didn't hurt much!
Consequently decide to walk to work in the pointy shoes.
Show up considerably later than usual and ask the receptionist where the bandages are.

But, damn it, they are pointy Fleuvogs!

How did this happen?

I'm actually doing something interesting today. I'm having fun at work. Whoa.

Cash only

Here I am, still refusing to use a debit card...

http://www.worldnetdaily.com/news/article.asp?ARTICLE_ID=17834

And to think, people rioted in Paris when they officially named and numbered the streets because it represented too much of an invasion of privacy.

I have a street address, a couple of phone numbers, various and assorted government assigned numbers (SIN, driver's license, etc.), bank assigned numbers (credit cards, bank cards, account numbers...), and just generally numbers up the wazoo. And I take all my numbers along with me to my 2m square box and to sit and earn abstract numbers to make my tracked and data-mined purchases...

Freedom my ass.