Dear Leah McSweeney,
August 19th, 2008 by Sarah Morrison
I am in the city that brought us the Red Sox, Marky “Mark” Wahlberg, Racism, the Pilgrims, the Catholicism of public schools, Plymouth Rock, Aerosmith, fear of law enforcement, Ben Affleck, the Boston Tea Party, that Kennedy family, New Kids on the Block, Irish-American binge drinking, Bobby Brown, and um ME. I was wandering around today, while waiting for an friend of mine who was running late. I headed down to Karmaloop, due to some alleged sale I had heard was going on. Said sale didn’t appear to exist. But for 30 dollars, I bought said flip-flops pictured above.
Yes, I need to do my toes bad, ignore that part.
But then, I spent 6+ hours at an amusement park with a bunch of the under 5 set and these saved my feetz. Plus I looked cool. Plus I felt cool. Plus I got to send Leah an email with this photo attached.
Mttm rocks, and I’m about to spend 120 due to sake bombs and general lack of sobriety. So I’m the dummy on the West Coast with the turquoise toes and general idiocy/ sans pics about to cop that fire MOB sweater. Jokes on me, Jack.
yea MOB pink leggings are mine!!!!!! are the flops comfy???
seriously so comfy. like feet molded to them like perfect.
yessssssssssss
they look cayute w your lil toeseez
uhh okay so im pretty sure i took the train up to boston today (i live in gloucester. yeah the one with all the lil baby mommas. lets not talk about it.) and spent most of the day on newbury street. i went to karmaloop. i saw those flip flops. what i did not see was sarah morrison. i cant even tell you how sad this makes me. i’m pretty sure i’ve wanted to meet you since i was 14. ugh.