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[fflo]

Busted my little toe (and whacked its neighbor, my next-to-littlest) last night on a bookcase. I asked at work for a better story I could tell about what I did, but no one has offered a suggestion yet, so I've only got the truth to tell you here today.

Last time I broke a toe it was dancing to "Love Shack" in the kitchen of what I call the Brady Bunch apartment (lingering 70s decor, including shag-ish carpet), in the queer little 500 block of E 41st St in Baltimore. It hurt, but at least I had the tale to tell, the image to suggest, of my exuberant abandon meeting the metal foot of the table.

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Re: The TRUE story of what happened to fflo's toes:

[fflo.livejournal.com]

ha!

have i talked to you before of my appreciation for feet? i used to have quite a rep at college for giving foot massages. it's not a fetish in the sense that i don't get off on it in any sexual way; it's a fondness for feet, and a pleasure at how much it can make somebody feel good to have 'em bathed and rubbed, and at how good it feels when somebody does that for me.

Re: The TRUE story of what happened to fflo's toes:

[maffick.livejournal.com]

ooohhh, I'll have to remember that?!
my riend Scott loves feet. I take a picture of my feet in the setting usually whenever I go anywhere cool and give him a double. He has this sweet painting of feet that I'm sure you would pro'ly appreciate. I know your appreciation is a bit different, but it is a cool painting--all of these nubby little toes crowded together on a huge canvas.

Re: The TRUE story of what happened to fflo's toes:

[fflo.livejournal.com]

got a picture of it?

Re: The TRUE story of what happened to fflo's toes:

[maffick.livejournal.com]

heh.
nope.
but I might be able to get one...

Re: The TRUE story of what happened to fflo's toes:

[fflo.livejournal.com]

wait, here's a better foot... (see icon)